Much to my chagrin I threw my already tenuous eco-credentials to the wall and invested in an upright freezer. Countless knitwear specialists informed me that as a storage device there was no better way of keeping my winter warmers safe than to keep them on ice. Screw the carbon footprint. Freezer delivered, I could once more sleep easy at night. Or so I thought.
Last weekend I performed the seasonal ritual of packing up my summer wardrobe and bringing down winter clothes from the loft. Imagine my horror when upon opening one bag, I discovered my all-time favourite piece of cashmere ripped to shreds. How could it have gone unnoticed when I filled up the freezer?
After an immediate wave of nausea, my head began to spin and my peripheral vision darkened. “Pull yourself together man,” I kept telling myself, but it was no use – I was gutted. In my hands lay the remnants of a once-proud Holland & Holland fine-gauge cashmere cardie. I’d treasured it for years, only bringing it out when I needed that special hug a favourite jumper lends. Now it looked more like John Rambo’s war-torn vest.