celinagabrielle
I love wool things. My great-grandmother used to knit me new things every winter. She still does, only now, for whatever reason, they don't mean as much to me anymore. They aren't a source of pride as they are just a nuisance. What am I going to do with twenty pairs of wool socks and mittens? I want to go back to them being a source of pride, but I'm not sure how.