I find myself wondering about how pullovers metamorphosed into sweaters (I grew up wearing pullovers and now the shops sell sweaters). Wouldn't 'perspirator' be a nicer word than 'sweater'?
Anyway, for years I've been unable to get a new pullover that fits properly. About 15 years ago, I could, but all the later efforts are too tight, too short, sacklike, or have arms that stop just below the elbows. Why has this happened? And then some shrink and others develop wee rashlike lumps.
I identify with a poem by Frances Stillman. It's called Clothes, and begins:
I have a hard time with my clothes,
They are either too long or too short,
They're big or they're small - heaven knows,
They are always of quite the wrong sort!
On the web I came across a gents' outfitter, Graham McGrath, in Peebles. With little hope I sent off for a navy-blue pullover. I opened the package with clinical care, sure I was going to have to return it. Then, sheer joy chez nous when I discovered the damn thing fitted me. I've ordered another. And if autumn's anything like summer, I can wear both my pullovers at once.
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