Wednesday, November 18, 2009

Day 63: Something I Really Miss

There were periods when my kids were babies that I woke up in the morning after a few hours sleep and put on whatever happened to be near the bed. Disgusting, I know. But so true.

I can only liken birthing a novel to parenting an infant: sometimes it wakes you in the middle of the night, sometimes you love it, sometimes you don't like it at all, sometimes when you're doing it you think that it's the best job in the world, and sometimes you just want to put a fork in your eye.

Monday was a best job in the world kind of day, so getting dressed was the furthest thing from my mind. To the best of my recollection, it involved velour pants, some kind of hoodie, and a pink t-shirt with sparkly things on it (Danskin, $5, for sleeping, yes). And don't even get me started on my hair. Talk about in-between stages....When it was all an inch shorter, I would wake up and it would look just like it did when I put my head down on my satin pillowcase the night before. (You need one of these--from any vendor--if you have hair or skin.) Now, my hair is always comical in the morning, and kinda looks like this:

So, let's move on, shall we?

Here's my third-favorite sweater I've ever owned:

I think it's gorgeous. It's a wool knit, quite light in weight, but still very warm. I think it has a little nylon woven in so it keeps its body and stretch. The embroidered flowers are simple and the colors so fun. I wear this with black pants or skinny jeans, and always with boots that have a decent heel.

Occasionally, I'll wear a turtleneck the same color as the olive-green yarn detail, but I usually go with a with a white blouse with a substantial pointed collar. (The blouse shown is a George from the mothership. It's all I had handy. Think bigger, pointier. )

When I wear this sweater to conferences, women stop me in the bathroom or in the elevator or in restaurants to ask me where I got it. They're always shocked to hear I bought it at our area Dillard's, in Marion, Il. Go figure. And it was only $125. But I think it's worth the proverbial million bucks.

I miss it. *sigh*


  1. You had on this sweater the first time we met, and I confess, it did shape my opinion of you!! ; )

  2. I was a little intimidated by someone ballsy enough to wear a sweater that was taller than me! But we had good conversation and you know I think you're pretty great. It is a beautiful sweater, but way too much for a short girl who gets overheated and exceptionally put off by the itchiness of wool. I couldn't pull it off.