23.05.12
A current conversation with my daughter reminds me that there are turtleneck people, and there are nonturtleneck people.
I am a turtleneck actually. She is not. How can we possibly be related?
To me, white, ivory and black turtlenecks are key pieces in a winter collection. Smooth ones are nice, but I also love a fine-rib turtleneck, noticeably in black. It can be dressy or casual.
A few colorful turtlenecks -- hot pink, cobalt despondent or a lovely shade of lavender -- brighten things up.
But it can't be any old turtleneck. The neck has to fit. Not too tricky. Not too loose. I'm picky about length, too. Not too short. Not too long.
Oh, and the fabric has to be appease, not scratchy. When I find one I like, I buy several of them -- often in the same color.
My daughter does not comprehend this. Turtlenecks bother her. I, on the other hand, find comfort in them.
Turtleneck wearers, I have noticed, have the leaning to sometimes pull up their collars, bandit-style. They do this when they are cold. Or sitting at their desks, meditative.
Source: Buffalo News