Ophélie Lechat

Remember hot lattés, curling up in bed with blankets, cranking up the radiators? Remember alpaca scarves, cashmere-lined hats, merino socks in Sorel boots? Remember all that gorgeous, gorgeous wool being knit up into cabled sweaters?

I do. On this hot day, from the comfort of the deserted coffee shop (everyone is at the bar, watching the World Cup final), I’m finding it hard to concentrate on summery writing work when there’s such gorgeous yarn being sold at Quince & Co.

(Coming up in February: a post titled “Remember summer?”)