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.
3 comments:
Looking good.
the word 'gross' was one of my favorites in the fifth grade,second only to 'crud'.Oh those Catholic school days...
Recently found your blog and have been going through it and enjoying the different style ideas that you are giving me. Today I stopped in the local Goodwill during my lunch hour and picked up a few items including a tie very much like the one in this picture and had no idea what to wear it with. Your picture just inspired me greatly. Thanks.
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