Like many people I can remember being bought a scratchy woollen school scarf as a child. Worn once and never again. No winter scarves for me as I discovered that all wool next to my skin brought me out in a fine rash. Unfortunately the message didn’t reach my grandmother. One Christmas she gave me a beautiful, hand-knitted, wool tam o’ shanter from the Isle of Arran. I dutifully wore it for a photo and then popped it out of sight.
A few years later and another Christmas she bought me an oatmeal, cable knit pullover this time made from synthetic fibres. It was my favourite sweater and I wore it until the cuffs came up to my elbows as I gradually grew out of it.
Another Christmas and another generation and my daughter received a woolly looking top, but by then knitted woollens had been superseded by fleeces.
What would we all have done when it was wool or nothing next to the skin?
Ah yes modernity and all its choices has made us soft. I can’t imagine what Thomas More with his hair shirt would think of us?
Yes! I found a silk scarf around my neck in Dartmoor was as warm as a heavy wool scarf!! And as you say, it wasn’t itchy either. I’m a 100% supporter of silk scarves in the winterππ»ππ»ππ»
Sometimes I even roll up two together, very cosy! π