Cashmere is fine, strong, light, and soft.... cowgirls are too.
Cashmere cowgirls are a little bit city and a little bit country. We like wearing our cashmere sweaters with jeans.... our pearls with our loungewear and we go on tour to visit a neighbour in our fancy pyjama pants, cashmere sweaters, fresh baked brownies and a rose from our garden.
It's pairing our real and down-to-earth selves with our city-slicker selves... and it works.
It's about enjoying the casual and the elegant in the same breath. It's about reading those sensual novels while having the classics open on the same bedside table. Perhaps it's also about combining the mundane with the magnificent.
I used to joke with my friend about how I would jump into my Mercedes wearing my blue jeans and a white shirt.... that sort of understated elegance... what I didn't realize that when I got my Mercedes, I did just that, but without deliberation... it was who I was, not who I was going to pretend to be.
My car became my mode of transport, not a symbol of who I was... it was a luxury car, but it was my car and it was what I drove.. not who I had become. Funny, huh?
And I bought lots of cashmere sweater at the second-hand store... because my house was freezing and the heat was expensive... and cashmere was the warmest and cheapest... who knew? None of my friends... just me.
I revelled in my fortuitous discoveries... lots of cashmere for few dollars.. and I layered them.. who layers 3 cashmere sweaters? I did. I loved that I found them, wore them, mended them and stayed warm in them.
Even when I could afford new ones, I still haunted the second hand stores for them. In our town, the money goes to the shelters and those who cannot afford food let alone cashmere... so it was win-win... and when I am tired of mine, new or not-so new, I pass them on, hoping that someone else will snuggle into their divine luxury.
And when the holes are too big and too many, I wash them, shrink them and make sweaters for my dogs. How heavenly they are as warm as I am.
Lovely post. My first cashmere sweater was from a second hand store also. I remember saying to the owner as I held up the TSE turtleneck 'do you know how much these sell for?' as I stared at the $18 price tag on the new looking sweater. And I love the 'cashmere cowgirl' name of your blog. I once joked that I was a 'cowgirl in cashmere' to my parents after moving to Montana nearly 15 years ago. Cheers! Jody
ReplyDeleteThanks, Jody - how lovely there are more of us...keep those cashmere sweaters in circulation!
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