This is a pretty accurate representation of my favourite jumper.
It fits me – well, if there was one and a half of me!
It has a hole in the sleeve I keep picking at.
It is more shapeless than I have drawn it.
It is Shetland wool – the place I holidayed every year as a child and where my mum lives now.
I bought it in a shop across the road from where one of my dear friends lives. In Manhattan.
Yep that’s a lot of airmiles it has – Shetland – New York – East Lothian.
It is the jumper equivalent to a warm bath, clean sheets on the bed after two weeks away, a mug of hot chocolate, that floaty feeling you get at around 3am on New Year’s morning when everyone is still singing: half asleep, half-cut and cosy.