I’ll admit the excess of material this Zara sweater affords can cause operational difficulties. I’d like to call your attention particularly to the sleeves.
Do they or do they not resemble the voluptuous layers of an armadillo’s back?
Luckily I find this more endearing than irritating. Especially since my research (google) tells me armadillo is spanish for “little armored one,” which I’d accept wholeheartedly as a moniker if I were remotely cool or bad ass enough. (Considering I’m currently eating a microwavable dinner called “spicy enchilada bake” on my couch, signs point to no.)
Anyway, it’s a lot of fabric to work with, yes, but all in service of a greater good.
In fact, my pregnant colleague and I got caught up in conversation today about what clothing does and doesn’t effectively hide a growing belly and I was honored to be her Exhibit A.
By the way, if you see a turtleneck peeking out of my sweater you’ve spotted my under-sweater. It has a tail too.
This sweater requires a t-shirt underneath it for work due to it’s gigantic arm holes and my not being employed by Girls Gone Wild. Also it’s comfier this way. Which I suppose was somewhat of a common element today. This week. This month.
I’ve been gravitating towards roomier, more lounge-worthy outfits lately, perhaps as a subconscious response to a more-hectic-than-usual work schedule. Or as a physical response to too many spicy enchilada bakes. Either way, I’m ready to mix it up a bit and I happen to have just hand-washed my sequin tank-top, so consider this a warning.
Until things get more exciting over here, treat yourself to this video of Miley Cyrus genuinely cry-singing a well-written ballad about her deceased pet fish and please allow it to set the tone for the lovely evening ahead of you.