My friend, Melissa, and I get our girl-time together on Saturday mornings when we scour garage sales in better Chicago weather and estate sales in worse. Yesterday morning I pulled this off a rack (which was really a wooden rod suspended between two ladders).
Yep, it's cashmere.
Now, I live in an upscale neighborhood (although on a more downscale block), so sighting a cashmere sweater in such an unnatural habitat as a garage sale is not uncommon. What is unusual is finding a sweater that is hand-knitting weight. You can see the individual stitches, even in the photo of the full garment.
Tomorrow I'll tell how I go from the first photo to the last and how much I paid for the sweater.