I look forward to the season of sweata weatha. For me, it starts right around September 15th and runs through April 30th. Doesn’t matter to me what kinda sweater, I love ’em all equally.
Fat ones, skinny ones, long and short…hmmm maybe not short ones. I’m picturing a crop top sweater, nope that’s not gonna work with my midriff, yikes! Red ones, blue ones, multi colored hues. I like going into Target’s mens department to find over sized sweaters for myself, yep that’s what I do. I feel like companies make better sweaters for men, almost a higher quality somehow and it’s so easy to make sure I get the perfect over sized fit I’m looking for.
Now I’m not a sweater snob, I love all sweaters just the same whether they come from Macy’s or the Salvation Army. And let me tell ya, you can find some really awesome deals at the thrift stores! I get pretty excited at finding new wool cardigans at a thrift store with the tags still on…and what do I pay for this jewel…less than $10. That’s right, I’m a bargain hunting queen. Feels good.
I might actually have a sweater addiction, I’m not sure what the symptoms would be and I may have the only known case of it. I’m drawn to sweaters like a junkie to meth, sometimes I don’t even know how the sweater got in my arms when I’m walking through a store. I must black out ’cause when my husband asks why I bought so many sweaters, I can’t even make up a good lie. I’m coming outta the fog and just scratching my head like, “What??? How did I end up with 5 new sweaters, this is nuts. Honey you have to go with me next time I’m in a store. I can’t control myself.” Then I eat a whole bag of potato chips, ya know, ’cause that makes sense somehow.
I also feel bad for all those lonely ugly sweaters left on the clearance rack without any home to go to. Why don’t people use those for their ugly sweater parties? They’re just as ugly as the brightly colored, pre-lit, grossly adorned yuletide ones. Yet there they sit, patiently waiting for the re-cycle bin or to be shipped off to some third world country where they’ll be appreciated.
If you or anyone you know has a sweater addiction like me, please speak up and let me know if you’ve had the courage to overcome it or if you’re still struggling with it. Because admitting it is the first step to recovery, but then again do I really want to recover from it? Hhmmm, I’ll have to think about it and get back with you. Until then, happy sweatering people!