Meg Ryan
by Christmas Freak
was probably born in a cable-knit sweater. When she takes off her sweater, there’s nothing underneath except softer, more exquisite cable-knit sweaters. I’m not sure where she is or what she’s doing, but I hope she’s curled up on the couch, tired after a long day of dragging her Christmas tree down Broadway and up the stairs of her little apartment, and now that it’s done, she admires it and sighs nostalgically, gazing out the window at the snow falling outside. Maybe she spots a star and wishes on it: When, oh, when will I find my sweater soulmate? Eternally cozy Meg.
Christmas Freak 
Your prose paints a beautiful picture. Well done!
Since Harry met Sally and all the sleepless nights in Portland, Seattle and New Orleans, I have all but traded in my wool sweaters for fleece jackets. Though “fleece” was technically from the back of an animal, like the “golden fleece”, these “fleece” is/are made of microfiber spun from recycled plastic bottles that somehow, through expert marketing became much sought-after outdoor wear by REI, Patagonia, NorthFace, Eddie Bauer, etc. I left the wool sweater scene because, they fall out of shape after a few washings, made my then younger neck and chin itchy and gave the impression that I was more well fed than I actually was, i.e. It did not look as cosy and flowing as it was on Meg Ryan’s lanky figure. Not to mention, at that time, it was trendy to knit giant moose/meese, reindeers, cardinals and snowmen & snowflakes on them…OK, maybe I did not shop at the high-end stores on Saks 5th…Now that I am older, and for a few years now taken to like the feel of wool socks on my feet (all of two pairs, worn to holes at the heels), Meg Ryan in wool sweaters is beginning to find some careful reception on cool fall evenings. For the very reason that they go out of shape, they will go over my stiff raised arms…and they can stay on for days. And when I pull it off, it comes off T-shirt and all like a carapace. Alright, it is not exactly the image you portrayed of Meg, but the fondness for wool has returned.