I am such a sucker for anything houndstooth. I have a houndstooth coat that is about 2 sizes too big and missing a button, but I still wear it. I have houndstooth stockings, houndstooth scarves, and yesterday, I added houndstooth pants to the mix.
I went to Kohl's with the intention of using gifted Kohl's Cash and merchandise credits from my boyfriend and my mom to buy a pair of khakis. I hate khakis. I hate the way they fit, I hate their weird pockets, I hate that they get wrinkled. But I do like the idea of looking a little more casual in my casual office. So I went to Kohl's, determined to buy them.
As I was picking up every pair of khakis they had to try on (that is the level of determination we are talking about here), I happened upon a rack of straight-leg crop pants, and these brown houndstooth beauties were right out front. They looked pretty good on, so I figured what the heck? They can break up my black and gray wardrobe and make me laugh at the same time.
Of course, I'm wearing them with a black cardigan.
Last night, in a conversation with my boyfriend about what to wear to an event over the weekend, I said, "Why are we even having this conversation? We both know I am just going to end up wearing a cardigan."\
And that is how this blog got started.
My cardigan obsession started in 1999. Remember the late 90's twin sets? Now, imagine a 13 year old wearing twin sets from Dots. Unfortunate. And probably one of the reasons my boyfriend has dubbed me "queen of the weirdies" during junior high.
Fast forward 13 years, and I'm still wearing cardigans. I like to think I've got the hang of dressing like an adult. Well, it's either that or I look like a complete idiot every day and no one has the heart to tell me.
