Archive | February, 2008

Sweater Thursday XVIII.

28 Feb


You can’t see much of this sweater because it’s obscured by that enormous apple. It’s cropped, it has a pretty shell button, and it belongs to someone in San Francisco. The Moderatilist found it at a bar and he wore it all night.


I like to think the girl who wore it to the bar saw him in it but she didn’t have the courage to ask for it back because it looked better on him. Because of the polar bear. He gave it to me and I wear it as often as I can.

And here’s Jane in a green scoop neck. Or is it a boat neck?



Sweater Thursday XVII.

26 Feb

I want credit for wearing and documenting a sweater last Thursday, even though it’s now closer to next Thursday. This isn’t my favorite sweater because it’s cotton and I prefer wool and wool-blends, but I can’t argue with its cable-knittedness nor the three-quarter sleeves (not pictured).

I usually spend Thursday evenings at a bar. People are starting to protest when I whip out my camera with its ultrabright flash, but I can’t help it; it warms my heart when they all wear sweaters. Maybe they’re just trying to survive another day of winter. Or maybe they are thinking about Sweater Thursday when they wake up Thursday morning. It’s catching.

A glimpse of argyle.

Bonus points for the graphic tee.

Red cardigan. Great with beer.

There’s a sweater in there.

And under the table shots (by Shawn) from two Thursdays ago.

These boots are hot but all I can see is the gum stuck to the table. Who is doing that??

It reminds me of a pretty traumatizing incident that happened when I was an intern which I am about to share with you. Read on. I spent all summer in an office chair that was too short for me and in the last week I worked there, someone offered to show me how to adjust it and I politely let her, though, with mere days to go, it was a moot point. She flipped the chair over and the underside was COVERED with boogers. Just thinking about it gives me that pukey feeling in my mouth. All that time I was just inches away from someone else’s ungodly and, apparently compulsive, booger habit. I think this is a strong case for ignorance=bliss.

All my homework is broken

21 Feb

…so I will just be here refreshing this page.

Patronizing interview backfires.

21 Feb

Sweater Thursday placeholder

14 Feb

I’m not wearing a sweater today. I’m sorry. I was running late this morning and grabbed what I thought was a cardigan but it wasn’t. I might change into one later.

PSA: In case you want to write for Essay Tuesday this month and you don’t know to check 11frogs for the topic announcement, here it is:

Tomorrow you can do anything you want, no regrets, no consequences. What do you do? Describe your day.

So far I know my day will begin with not scalding my mouth with coffee like it does every other morning.

Two kinds of socks

10 Feb


This is Fritz. And that’s my new camera case on his snout. It was crafted from a sock by Whitney‘s fat hands. Lovingly, I believe.

And while we are on socks: Jason’s promised socking. A little Sweater Thursday crept in there, too.

Do I wish I could buy these gentlemen a pint?

8 Feb

 You bet your sweet ass I do.

(Courtesy of BoingBoing.)