Oct 28, 2015

Man-made warmth


Sometimes I have to take matters into my own hands, so I walked to the British Heart Foundation charity shop; went straight to the men’s clothes section I browsed through winter jumpers and sweaters, I picked the largest, coziest looking one; greenish brown, knitted wool, old and worn out. It had a bit of orange paint on the bottom tip of the right sleeve, so I decided it belonged to a painter, a large man, his name is probably Keith! I’m not sure why Keith, but I have a feeling this is a jumper a Keith would wear. He’s an older man in his mid-sixties, tall, with broad shoulders and has a small belly, he’s interesting, he worked in education, now retired, loves to read, mostly about nature and history, sometimes when he’s bored he picks up a paint brush, attempts a still life or a simple landscape, some daffodils perhaps.  Although he pretends to miss warm weather like all Brits, he’s secretly excited when the weather is cold again, he likes woolly jumpers, this one was a Christmas gift from one of his children. He wore it a lot, he wore it and wore it, until it was fully his, every fiber, every stitch but his wife Sharon kept nagging at him “will you please stop wearing that scruffy shabby thing Keith, it’s served its purpose, done it’s time, exceeded its life expectancy, donate it to a charity if you can’t bear throwing it away”.

I take Keith’s old jumper home, I wear it, with nothing else, it’s warm and cozy like a tender embrace.