Cold day, warm sweater

Today I am wearing a very old and worn wool sweater – one like no other.
It is mustard yellow with a v-neck, it does not sound like much, but it is my father’s. My dad died in 1978 – so this sweater has to be at least 27 years old – at the minimum. I have three sweaters that I treasure; the other two are from my mom that must be at least 20 years old. I only wear each once or twice a year and a launder them rarely. This is my way of preservation both the memories and the comfort.