The advent of floral embroidered sweaters has changed my life in so many wonderfully palpable ways. In prior years of my Mainland exile, I’d feared the approach of winter and the need to replace thin, pastel cardigans with (to my mind) unappealing, bulky knitwear – now I can carry my flowers with me until spring appears again! (They also serve as the perfect complement to cotton sundresses that I should really retire until April but, realistically, will continue to wear until such habits of dress become physically impossible!)
Let’s be clear, though – I still am not the world’s biggest winter fan. I’m dreading the moment when a brutal snowfall inevitably makes my imminent end-of-the-semester struggle all the more challenging.
In my usual unnecessarily whimsical way, I’m trying to improve my feelings towards the darkest time of the year by conjuring up enchanting wintry fantasies in my mind: watching the snow fall from the broad window of some grand, drafty, nonexistent fifteenth-century palace, for example, and enjoying the firelight illuminating some shimmering tapestry on the cold wall. (You know that Linlithgow Palace is my castle of choice!)
It is the case that I will have the delight of spending some days in January wandering ancient sites and medieval structures in Wales, so perhaps my cold-weather imaginings will come true across the Atlantic! I certainly have embroidered sweaters aplenty to see me through any kind of winter voyaging.