The Home Skooled: Unraveling

On occasion I shock myself...well more accurately on occasion I don't shock myself. Regardless, I find it ironic how style can lead one in circles. Our family used to do these fancy studio photos every year, so we could mail it to distant relatives and friends who would then forget how tall I was in that photo and still comment on how much I'd grown up (unless they consider a half inch growing "a lot"). Any ways when I was about six I wore this black, purple, and green geometrically striped sweaters...perfect eighties look. I think that was the last time I wore that sweater, it has since pained me over the years to look at such an abominable style statement. I think the statement was something like, "It was in my drawer when I opened it, so deal with it."

Give it a couple years and suddenly I'm wearing tee shirts...if it's really cold a sweat shirt. Only freaky grandma types wear sweaters. Then another couple years pass, I now understand that hoodies are cool, but sweat shirts are for like little kids who don't know better. Sweaters seem to be a popular style among cute girls...but definitely not for guys...unless they're mock turtlenecks on super villains. Then last year I discovered something...there are sweaters that aren't baggy misshapen things in eighties colors...and they are warm, and comfy, and uber cool, and I want one. I got one for Christmas that year, that thing has gotten a lot of wear.

So now I'm looking at my Christmas list...about two thirds of the list is clothes...and of that about half is sweaters...so I guess my style has really just unraveled to that same spot again. Here are some examples of what sweaters should and shouldn't look like.