Nothing against "machine-made" things -- I have loved many in my time -- but there is something undeniably alluring about the handmade. I remember my first.
I'll admit I was smitten with the sheer novelty of it. Everything I'd known up until then was mass produced. The 1970s were the wonder years of machine washable, permanent press, polyester marvels, and though actual human being must have been involved in their production, by the time the stuff hit the stores, any and all evidence of humanity had been thoroughly eradicated.
And then I saw him.
OK, technically, I saw "it" -- a hand-knit natural colored wool sweater -- folded on a shelf in a small Philadelphia shop. It was beautiful. The stripes and patterns were formed in natural, muted, shades of brown, beige, gray and white. But the price tag was more than I'd ever paid for a sweater. And it wasn't even a full sweater but a sleeveless one.. I tried to reason with myself and be practical. I was broke and unemployed. But love knows no logic. I bought it.Phantom CreationsPhanton Creations
To be honest, for a while I worried that this was merely a summer fling, a vacation infatuation destined to cool with the weather. Instead my love for it only grew and I wore that thing until it developed holes so big they could be mistaken for misplaced arm holes.