Even a hint of chilly weather gets me excited about sweaters, scarves, and sumptuous socks—the woolier, the better. Wool, of course, leads me to thoughts of knitting, and I find myself hankering for a blustery day beside the fire with a lap full of yarn and a warm cup of tea.
Somewhere in world right now, I know there are women actually living my daydream, and I suspect that place might be Ireland. And given I have Irish blood from my father’s side of the family, it’s a country that tugs hard at my heart strings. Someday I’ll go there, but for now …
Aran Islands. Photo courtesy of Wikipedia. Photo by Pixie.
