What’s that, you say? It’s 90F where you are? You’re at the beach? You’re still languishing in hot summer nights, ice cubes clinking in your glass, a crisp schedule blown to the winds?
(Unless you’re in the Southern Hemisphere, in which case, you’re thinking “Are you crazy? Bring on the WOOL!”)
Well, most of those are true here too, come to think about it. It’s warm. It’s sunny. The boys and I are chasing each other around, scratching bug bites, stuffing our faces with fresh strawberries, and running outside in the rain. “Bedtime” is more of a loose idea than a strictly-enforced routine here during the summer. And yet…
…and yet…
…my dreams are with fall.
Is there a better time to be a sweater designer? I don’t think so, and like every year I have a pipeline stuffed full of rich colors, deep textures, fabrics and knits that make you want to curl up in front of a fire with a steaming cuppa.
(Bijou Basin Bijou Spun Sport.)
Or knits that make you want to slip into your favorite hiking boots, grab your camera, and head off into the woods.
(Harrisville Highland.)
Knits that make you want to toss them on over your favorite dress and take one last walk along the shore, eat one last dinner in that fabulous place you visit every year. (Even if that place is only in your mind.)
(Indigodragonfly’s incomparable Merino Silk Sock.)
Fall is the time for sweaters that make you want to pull them on over your favorite jeans,
dress them up with a scarf and a kick-ass-and-take-names skirt and some fabulous tights,
wear them snuggling up with your morning coffee, and out walking down a country road under a patchwork of gold and red and orange, and scarfing down hot-from-the-fat cider donuts while you’re choosing your Halloween pumpkins.
(…I’d better get knitting.)
Amy Herzog Designs