Shall I Make You a Jumper

The tartan plaids are passé’, the new young hip fabric designer said. She brought out the bolts of her new fall line and I gasped with joy. I had never seen such beauty on a plain brown background of wool. I reached to stroke the material, loving the oranges, pinks and yellows. This is so gorgeous! I told her. I am delighted with it! I love it; LOVE IT! She was pleased. Shall I make you a jumper? No thanks, I reluctantly told her. I am allergic to wool. My fingers began turning red.