It’s getting cold. My colder-weather wardrobe consists of a couple fleecy hoodies/zip-ups and jeans. I feel schleppy, sloppy. Before leaving NM last November, I purged a ton of clothing, stuff that was worn out and tired. Lo and behold, Mother Hubbard’s cupboard is quite bare.
Today I went shopping. I don’t shop for clothes often. In fact, when I do, I usually come home with predictable basics (such as black T-Shirts from the GAP) since trying on pants, underthings and anything with long sleeves is exhausting. (I must don a dozen or more to find one of those that fits.)
On the list for today and acquired:
- Jeans, dark rinse, very long for boots
- Black long-sleeved T-Shirt (yah…I’m predictable)
- Short sleeved sweater, like in fashion this fall, to wear over a long sleeved T
- Crisp, white button up shirt.
- Ribbed T-Necks
I must have tried on 80-bajillion sweaters. Knitting, my friends, puts me in contact with soft, yummy, wooly goodness. Ready made sweaters, for the most part, and what I saw today, are crap-ola. I kept looking at ’em and replanning the design in my head. “I could knit that with a different collar/sleeve/cable.”
No sweater made it home with me.
Which leads me to say, I’m getting that Heather Hoodie finished, dammit, within two weeks. How else will I be satiated?
And it’s just what I’m looking for!