Maybe it’s because I was born and raised in the San Francisco Bay Area. Not the warmest place on the planet, but it was mild. I remember sitting out on the lawn in front of Tamalpais High School in March, wearing a blousy camisole top (’70s style) and admiring how tan I’d already become! It’s been a long time since I’ve lived in California, but I still miss those lovely spring days.
I’ve been really tired lately, so the knitting and spinning has slowed down a bit. I keep starting projects (pullovers and cardigans) with my stash of plummy-purple Heirloom Breeze (bought 12 balls on sale from Ozeyarns last year). I love the yarn’s elasticity and texture, but the color doesn’t thrill me the way it used to. Maybe it will look better in a tank top. I mean, really, do I want to wear a purple cardigan?
This whole issue probably stems from the time when I was a corporate travel agent in Philly. (I’m a Penn grad. Even “Ivy League” English majors don’t easily find jobs right out of school…But I’m glad I didn’t go to Wharton! Business…Blech.) Anyway, I needed a warm coat to wear on my commute from Northeast Philly, and fell in love with an expensive deep purple parka that was kind of iridescent (it was black from one angle, purple from another…not rainbowy). And it had cool toggle closures.
I loved that coat. It was an extravagance. But shortly after I bought it, one of the girls in my department–she was slim and chic and a bit too nice–walked by me and said: Oh, what a pretty coat! You look like an Easter Egg!
How catty is that? Well, so much for the coat. I tried to wear it after that, but just couldn’t do it. Obviously, my distaste for purple-y outerwear (including sweaters) has its roots firmly planted right there. It’s a shame, though, because I love purples and plums, and admire them on others. But a little voice in my head still says: Easter Egg.
Oh, well. Perhaps this is a good reason to go yarn shopping and pick up something less “eggy” with which I can knit myself a killer spring sweater. A silver lining, to be sure.
PS. Photo taken by my hubby in Cape May (NJ) last year. Pretty, huh?