I know I’ve said it before: people from truly cold climates can start laughing now. I hear you, and I acknowledge your right to be amused, but I don’t care. Friday here was bitterly chilly and most of my WFH colleagues were lamenting their inability to type because of the icy fingers factor.
You might argue that we need better heating, or a heavier intake of calorie-dense foods and hot (or alcoholic, or hot and alocholic) drinks, but whatever we lacked, it seemed that we all lacked it, big-time. Warmer clothing wasn’t the whole answer, and I can say that with some authority because Dr B laughed at me for being so rugged up!
I was cold, despite the fact that I was wearing my thick, handknitted jumper – you know, the one I made for the first winter in Italy, where it helped to keep me warm even when there was snow? I was also wearing my grey beanie – you know, the one I originally made for YoungB but miscalculated the size and which has been keeping my head warm ever since? And I was wearing my fingerless mitts – you know, the ones I made for someone else, but then needed myself, and which I wear often to assist in keeping my fingers nimble when I’m typing at the computer?
But, yeah, all of those lovely, woollen bits and pieces just weren’t doing it. And my crocheted, scrappy cowl – the one that was just a protest against things that weren’t working terribly well and the fact that I’d knitted so many mittens I needed a change (Ravelled here, but never blogged)? That helped a bit, but by the time I resorted to donning it, I’d had an afternoon snack that consisted of a big mug of hot, milky cocoa and a serve of cheese and crackers. It could have been the snack as much as the extra layer of cuddly warmth. Who would know?!
May your woolly bits keep you warm, even if mine were abysmally not up to it in that particular instance!