Currently I am wearing a crappy sweater. It started out a respectable, affordable Lands End sweater, but after two years, it has deteriorated into a pile of pills. I just put it on, after some eight months of not needing a sweater, and lo and behold a moth snacked on it right front and center. It works perfectly for the hermit-writer in a garret asthetic I am not going for, and is of questionable possibility here in Austin, where the sun shines blindingly on 60-degree days.
I don't know what to do with myself here when it's cold. I lack the proper outerwear. In MA, I had boots, a down coat, a number of wool sweaters that I actually took care of (this one, I regret to say, sat wadded up on top of my bureau all summer), and thick socks that kept my temperature-challenged feet toasty. I live a sockless existence 7 months a year, and though I love wearing my wooly pea coat, it probably won't be enough during Christmas in Mittenland, where I just might get a hefty helping of Lake-Effect Snow in my loafers.
Posted by Zerd at November 2, 2006 02:49 PM