My obsession with knitwear is dyed in the wool

“IT'S official. I'm, declaring sweater season open,” I announced to my husband on Sunday as I got ready to walk to a local restaurant.

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My other half was more interested in the weather app on his iPhone than the cream cable crewneck that I was sporting but it turns out that was a good thing. After the Met Office affirmed that the chance of rain was 100% our planned evening stroll became a five-minute Uber trip.

Good for my hair. Not so great for my midlife thermostat. Between the car blowers and the restaurant heating, by the time dinner arrived I was having an arran-induced hot sweat.

Knitwear is a big thing for me, though. Maybe it is a hangover from my mum and my nanna being talented knitters.