II’ll admit it: the turtleneck sweater wasn’t exactly the most popular piece of knitwear in my closet. Or more precisely: Until recently, it didn’t even exist in my wardrobe. I have all kinds of wool sweaters – from crew necks to V-necks. But a wheelchair.
Even as a child I didn’t like it when I was supposed to wear it under a tank top with flared pants so I wouldn’t get a cold in winter. The turtleneck was choking my neck, I was constantly scratching the skin underneath, feeling constricted, trying to widen the turtleneck and then shoving it in the farthest corner of my closet so my mother wouldn’t find it when she got up in the morning laid out the clothes for me. Which mostly failed.
One was my personal trauma. The other was the stigma attached to the turtleneck: there was always something stuffy about it. In black, he was still the look of the existentialists and later, when Steve Jobs reinvented the computer world, of the nerds. But in shades of brown and gray paired with patterned tank tops, it was more the outfit of tax officials pulling out their sandwiches and sipping rosehip tea from the thermos at lunchtime.
Decades passed in my life – without a turtleneck sweater. I didn’t miss anything and I also noticed how others were wearing more and more turtlenecks, but I still felt it was something that had nothing to do with me. Just like others drive an SUV or paint their eyelids light blue.
Can be worn with anything underneath: turtleneck sweater in bright red.
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Image: manufacturer
In English, the good piece is called “Turtleneck Sweater”, i.e. the turtleneck sweater, presumably because it folds at the neck. And that’s where one of the great advantages of the wheelchair becomes apparent: it covers the neck, which over the years, if you will, becomes more turtle-like. And so it is that I, too, approached the turtleneck sweater again and noticed: it’s not that bad, after all it’s also available in soft materials that don’t scratch a bit.
Now I feel like someone who suddenly realizes that the spinach they hated growing up doesn’t taste so bad after all. This is also due to the fact that this season’s turtleneck comes in such bright colors that it’s even called a dopamine knit. Exactly the right thing in a winter that will probably be long, gray and uncomfortable. Now it’s no longer my mother who puts my turtleneck sweater out for me in the morning. Now it’s me.