Why? Because it's no understatement to say that I love them. I don't know when it happened - it kind of crept up on me. First we were just casual friends. We saw each other occasionally but only at weekends when I had nothing special on. I was in a committed relationship with "going out clothes", bezzie mates with "officewear" and had the occasional dalliance with a floral. But as my forties crept closer I found that sweaters and I were spending more time together. My previous relationships had been hard work, but sweaters and I - we click. We get each other. We are soul mates. Not in a comfy, "standards slipping" kind of way. Sweaters make me feel zingy, go get 'em, go anywhere, do anything, ready for anything. Hitting the gym? My sweater says "go girl"! Heading to the office? My sweater is delighted to be layered over a shirt and pencil skirt. Off to the pub? My sweater says "you grab the prawn cocktail, gins are on me"! Supportive, adaptable, loves a party. No wonder I only have eyes for a sweater. Clear my wardrobe - I think I've found "the one".