Sweater Weather

" 'Cause it's too cold for you here and now so let me hold both your hands in the holes of my sweater"

Do not pretend like you haven't heard those lyrics at least 5 or maybe 12 times this week. Do.Not. I realize that I shouldn't be approaching you ( "you" being my  generous viewing audience) in such an aggressive tone seeing as how I have not been up to date with the updates as of late– goodgosh look at that polysyndeton–but really, on a serious note, I've been busy with online shopping and school work and the holidaze so that it just seemed to slip my mind. And for that, I sincerely apologize to all three of my loyal readers. So sorry Mom, the resilient viewer from Uzbekistan and my thumb-apposed cat, Reese. You guys deserve better.

Apologetic sentiment aside, I got this XXL sweater at Salvation Army on Thanksgiving and now I'm wearing it, and I like it. I imagine it was designed in mind for the 76-year old, completely sovereign former fisherman and amused ski instructor who enjoys books like Ethan Frome or Reagan bibliographies. Are you picking up what I'm laying down? I'm glad.

Warning: the following sentence may contain the verbal contents of  a cliched version of a non-sensical "style expert" or god forbid " fashion blogger". I personally find that a quality, chunky sweater should be a staple in everyones closet. It makes you feel like you are dressing accordingly as it tis the season for that kind of  insensitive "warmth is a necessity or you'll die of bronchitis bullshit". Not to mention it is thick, warm and cuddly like a portly pomeranian.

We, being I, offset the pudgy canine optic with these super cute trousers. Of which, I can very poorly describe; HOWEVER, I imagine you're smart enough to scroll through the pics and draw some intelligible conclusions.

Gonnhead', knock yourself out.

BTW: Whitefish Bay sweater, Elie Tahari trousers, Timberland boots.

Lawl.