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the sauciest elf.

Sweater Thursday IX.

I took this when I was home last week to help me cope with my camera situation this week and I bet my mom is wondering why there are three grumpy-looking self-portraits of me on her camera. Her children are so confusing.

This sweater may not look noteworthy, but it deserves a post because it’s arguably the sweater that started it all: the classic J.Crew rollneck. I think it’s the first one in my modern collection. Perfect for cold, sunny Fall days when you don’t want to wear a coat and excellent for lending to under-dressed boys because it’s actually a men’s sweater. At one point I had four of these – two charcoal, one red, and one blue.

Who would I do and a hat #5.

I lost my camera battery two weeks ago because I am less responsible when I’m wearing a mustache. I’m going to have to limp along here until I invest in either a new battery or a new camera.

I bought this hat after a job interview for a job I didn’t get. It’s an appropriate one to paint rather than photograph because I can’t find it, but that’s what it looks like. That’s not really what I look like. That looks like Frodo Baggins. Also pictured is my dead camera.

Now that that’s out of the way, who would I do?

Andrew Bird. I tried to aim a little higher this time because my choices have been disturbing people. He’s a mean whistler. And I hear he has a big phonograph.

Sweaters of my youth.

As a special treat, I went through all of the photo albums at my parents’ house and pulled out pictures of me in sweaters. It turns out I was more of a sweatshirt kid, but here is what I found.

Here I am almost two in a green and yellow sweater dress. I wish I could pull off this look now. I still have the sweater. It’s really small.

This was probably the first of many terrible pictures of me. My dad said I look like I’m about to take someone’s head off, but I think I’m about to projectile vomit.

That’s me on my first day of preschool and that’s a pretty sweet cardigan.

This is actually my sister Katie, but I remember coveting that sweater. I think the article on the front was about how newsprint sweaters were all the rage.

I think I’m ten here and I know I’m wearing green plaid stirrup pants on the bottom.

Here I mow the lawn in a large green sweater that clashes with grass.

And only because I can’t resist, here’s a picture of me looking exactly like trailer trash.

My backyard.

Today I hiked with Meg and my dad in the Niagara gorge.

The river is an international boundary. We share it with Canada. Go there for Tim Horton’s and a less depressing casino.

Shadow puppets.

This is my dad’s new car. He describes it as the car that ate my mom’s car. At least they recycle.