only takes just a tiny whisp of a fiber to make me swoon, leave me weak in the
knees and fall head over heels in love.
This one had me with the yellow.
Yes, I admit it. I am in love with Harris Tweeds.
Madly in love.
A love of this wool from Scotland that has no limits. I love it all.
A Harris Tweed junkie, I dream of Harris Tweed, I obsess about it and amass large collections of it.
A completely crazy infatuation, since I live in a tropical climate and maybe
have two weeks a year if I am lucky, that I can wear anything made of wool.
Like so many loves, this one is mostly unrequited.
Excuse me now while I go turn up the A/C and refold my Harris Tweeds.
Do you have a love of something that is totally impractical?