There are sweaters.
and then there are sweaters.
This one spoke to me. It said yes I know I am hideous but I am warm and you are cold. I saw it at the Paul Bunyan thrift shop in Fort Bragg California. It was suppose to be a lovely 60 degree day yet when we got there a cold fog came rolling in off the ocean.
Hence the emergency.
I believe my exact words were I'm so freaking cold that if I don't get a sweat shirt or something I'm going die! I may be a titch melodramatic. I may argue with you but in reality you are probably right.
But anyway back to the sweater.
Isn't it pretty?
I like it. I have the feeling though that this will be one of those sweaters that will vanish as soon as I get married. Poof! Its okay though. Its so beautiful that I know it will find new life somewhere and I'm going to enjoy it while I still have it. I do have one issue though when I wear it I seem to channel Bill Cosby playing Fat Albert "HEY HEY HEY" its not pretty and numerous people have asked me to stop. Yet I can't.
The sweater won't let me.
Another accomplishment of this sweater is that I will be able to finally claim hipster status.
Its all I ever wanted.