Growing up, an older couple lived across the street from my childhood home in PA. Susie and Ed never had children, so my sister and I became like their adopted grand children. They would have us over on Holidays. We would celebrate our birthdays together. And I’m sure it was nice for my parents to have another set of “eyes”on us in the neighborhood. Not that we were little hellions or anything. However there was that one time my sister stole construction signs and orange cones…
For Christmas, when I was about seven years old, Susie gave me a pale yellow fisherman sweater. Before I tell you how that went, you have to understand I had very strong opinions on things when I was little. Even clothing. I think I already told you how my mom would send pants for me to wear under my dresses on gym day because I refused to wear pants of any kind. The great sweater incident of Christmas 1988 was somewhat similar. Looking back, I’m sure my mom was completely embarrassed with my actions. I threw an ever loving fit over this sweater. I’m positive I told Susie it was ugly and that I’d never wear it. I promise you I was a nice child, but when it came to certain things, I did not hold back. Sweaters happened to be one of those things. Of course I regret the actions of that snotty seven year old, but there are some days I wish I could channel her brazen honesty back.
My thoughts around sweaters haven’t changed all that much from when I was seven. I’m pretty particular on the fit, shape, material and texture. If it is shapeless and boxy, it’s a no. If I’m going to be scratching myself silly all day long due to its itchyness, it’s a hell no. Over the years I’ve weeded through my collection, leaving me with those sweaters that rank on the cozy, warm and overall maximum wearability scale. This h&m turtleneck sweater from last year makes the cut in all categories. It’s soft and cozy, has a length that hits at mid-hip with a little high-low action, and it goes with everything in my closet from flouncy skirts to skinny jeans. Oh and I can’t say enough good things about this J.Crew skirt. I searched all fall and most of winter for the perfect flippy little black skirt. During their sale last week, I scooped this one up and couldn’t be happier. It’s also pretty twirly as well. I may or may not have started twirling in the parking lot until I made myself dizzy. I guess that seven year old (with much better manners, thank you very much) is still in there somewhere.