You know how we live in Hoth? Well, that forced my husband to reclaim my favorite sweatshirt, which is actually his. That particular shade of blue made my eyes POP. Not to mention it's really warm...so I didn't waste any time claiming it as mine right after we got married and I found it in the sweater drawer. Girls around comfy boys sweatshirts and jeans are apparently worse than Imperial Britain when it comes to taking over things...
But, alas, he has reclaimed it, as I said. Even the British Empire knew when to cut bait and run. Thus, I was forced to break out my OLD favorite sweatshirt.
What was I thinking????? I got it at Wahweap Marina in the early 90s. It was the height of fashion...at the time. Now it's just a navy blue and teal sweatshirt with different colored stripes. My sisters--who are all more gifted with fashion sense than I am (not hard)--will have to work hard to smother their laughter when they see it. Actually, they're so used to seeing me in stuff like that (Sunday senorita skirt!) that they probably won't even bat an eye.
Putting it on makes me want to listen to (I would walk) 500 Miles, tuck my shirt into my pants [that have multiple buttons AND a zipper], and go play the latest Mario game. Or get Mollee to go up to the airport with me for no good reason, but that's another post...
But it's warm. And function ALWAYS comes before form in my book...which explains my shoes. So I'll continue to wear it (unless I can wrest the other sweatshirt away from Jon while he's asleep...hmmm....do we have any NyQuil?)
And Jon? I'm NOT giving back the jammy pants I stole. I draw the line there!!!
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9 years ago
...and why didn't you post a picture of this sweatshirt? I'm trying to remember it but it clearly I've blocked it from my memory.
ReplyDeleteP.S. We don't even live in Hoth and I commandeer DJ's comfy sweats/sweatshirts. My favorite pair of nasty rapist-repellant sweatpants are DJ's old Marine Corps sweats that I did a Frankenstein-style patch up job on. Yikes.
P.P.S. Remember that time you and Mollee took off in the Escort, left me at the park, and then drove back and forth in front of me, mocking me? Jerks. :)