on fashion

I am many things. But, a fashion expert is not one of them.

One of the best examples of this is probably a sweater I received as a gift from my host mother about four years ago.


It has a lot of sentimental value for me, although it's not exactly what I would call cute.

Please ignore my lack of pants.

This isn't just one of those things I got in high school that I thought was cute then and gradually stopped wearing over time as I grew out of it. I actually love this sweater to DEATH. I get excited when winter comes because even though I'm a little embarrassed about how childish and unflattering this sweater is, and about the silly random Engrish on the top of it, I can't get over how ridiculous/amazing it is. I wear it inside when it's a little cold, and I wear it outside when I walk around town. I even wore it to Rocky once with a short red dress and my skankarella heels.

I wore it to a guy's house a few nights ago. He wasn't exactly impressed.

THIS FUCKING SWEATER IS DEFINITELY WHY I'M SINGLE