I do love this red sweater, but I have a confession to make. It smells of moth balls, and as a result so did I by the time I came home. The funny thing is that having spent the entire afternoon scouring dusty second hand record shops, I didn't notice it until I returned home. My shirt, undershirt and possibly even my chest hair all smelled of it. Gross. I better go take a shower.
Dry cleaning is needed post haste.