lotsa personal ish bubbling to the surface today. mostly due to my failure as a person.
perhaps it was that feeling that compelled this:
excuse my hot mess of a room.
i recently became obsessed with the idea of owning a thin layering sweater. because believe it or not, a full closet and i don't have one. i was making a therapeutic trip to Goodwill when i saw this XXL polo. just made of the softest, most delicate merino wool i have ever felt in my LIFE. the tag is some italian name. picture does not do it justice. those crafty italians.
o hai, jennifer connelly
this is what's selling at american apparel at like $30-50 a pop. so, like Dane Cook in that comedy central special where he talks about snakes, i thought: "why not me...!!"
wow what an incredibly boring picture
body and sleeves resized, sewn into a raglan sweater pattern, original ribbing at the bottom. the collar material was the polo collar cut lengthwise then doubled over. this was the most difficult part because i foolishly did not work off a pattern and decided to wing it, thus resulting in huge miscalculations about the fabric drape and neck opening length. you can wing it with cooking, but not with sewing.
anyway. a couple hours later, $5 bucks, "new" "AA" sweater. go me. back to my patheticness. at least i'll be warm.
