I swear I didn't intend to buy anything when we entered the store a couple of weeks ago. I like taking company to Hillsboro Village, which always includes a stop at Pangaea. I typically finger the clothes longingly and then turn toward the more affordably priced accessories.
This particular trip, I told myself I could look at the sweaters. Just look. I hadn't gone fall shopping yet but that money was committed to other stores. Although, I rationalized, I usually splurge on one sweater a year. All right, two sweaters. OK, maybe more than that. Don't judge. I have found buying sweaters to be the kind thing to do for myself.
In any case, I had permission to peruse but I very clearly was not going to buy anything.
And then my eyes connected with a gray striped sweater on the sales rack and the angels sang. I pulled it out and it looked so comfy and cozy and, while a tad shapeless, it also looked...versatile. I tried it on right then and there. I fell head over heels.
There would be no denying me this sweater.
This past weekend the weather dipped into true fall crispness. Sweater time.
Coincidentally, it was my one completely free weekend in a 10 week period of trips and visitors. I needed to recharge, like nobody's business. Introverts will understand.
My friend Abby talks about dressing for the day you want to have, not the one that's trying to have you. I'm not much for yoga pants if I'm not sleeping, nor sweatshirts if I'm not camping or at a game. But my hibernatorial weekend could have gone the way of super casual, verging on slob. And perhaps then I wouldn't have emerged as refreshed. There's no reason I couldn't relax and look cute while doing it.
Saturday dawned chilly and bright. The perfect time to try out my new sweater. I buttoned it up on both sides, creating the perfect slouchy cowl neck. I traipsed over to the library to pick up the books I'd reserved and then over to the farmers market to pick up my second to last CSA box. My freezer is full of soups and chopped veggies awaiting a good stir fry, thanks to this CSA. I will surely do it again next year.
I baked bread and hunkered down with a good book. I traded my purple flats for slippers, this particular pair being one of the last Christmas presents my Grandma gave me. I undid the buttons and let my sweater transform into a drapey cardigan, which seemed more suited to a readerly afternoon. Later, I dreamed up a butternut and acorn squash soup, which turned out delicious. I ate candy corn and drank tea.
I did nothing of consequence and it was glorious. Exactly what I needed.
A comfy sweater on a lazy Saturday. What bliss.
skinny jeans, Old Navy
tank top, Old Navy
purple flats, Target
*Note: I nosed around the Quiksilver site and have now identified a few more sweaters I MUST HAVE. This could be dangerous.
What item of clothing do you find hard to resist?