Self-portrait in woolly sweater.

Mostly this October has been unseasonably warm, but today was actually a bit chilly, so I got to wear my latest, thickest sweater.

I also notice that I am looking more and more like my grandmother. I only had the one, my father’s mother; I never knew any of my relatives on my mother’s side. I remember her round cheeks and the distinct creases between her cheeks and mouth. Now I have the same.