“I’m not cold!” my sister insisted. Her lips were blue, but she refused to put on her coat.
We relived this scene almost every winter morning at the bus stop.
These days, this girl takes cold weather a bit more seriously.
You can tell because she has slept in a teepee, trained for a marathon and showshoed up a mountain in freezing temperatures — and she’s still alive.
So when I set out to design a knitted cowl for another brave, marathon-running lady, my sister was the obvious person to advise me. Here is her standard:
“A running cowl… must be tight enough to stay in place but breathable material so as not to make a face sauna.”