If You Are Chilly, Here Take My Sweater

So Saturday morning, at around 11 A.M., after 14 hours of sleep, I brush my teeth, eat breakfrast, do my hair, and walk back into my silent room, and I realize something is missing. I look around the room–it’s pretty neat for a Saturday morning, the quiet aftermath of a hectic week. Then I realize it’s just quiet. There’s no music in my room, which there usually always is. So I turn on Jack FM and Led Zeppelin’s “Whole Lotta Love” is being played and my world seems to be back in balance just a bit. Then I turn on my computer and just sit in the lovely atmosphere of Plant’s vocals and Page’s guitar and I look outside in awe of the fantastic weather. I’m not sure if I was dreaming this, but I am pretty sure it was raining last night. And now I’m sad that it still isn’t raining. Usually I hate the cold, but these last couple of months I yearn for the cold autumn, which brings me to the topic of the day—-sweaters. I love the cold for the sweaters. There’s just something oddly comforting and warm about sweater season.

I am a sucker for oversized, large, and comfy sweaters, preferably in dark colors and skinny pants and boots. It’s the classic look. I have seen so many people sporting it, and hey, who’s complaining? There’s something aesthetically pleasing about seeing people in what could be a raggamuffin’s knitted sweater and a pair of black tights. But in the end, it all looks good! Oh man, I just have a thing for nice sweaters, I guess. I’ve always wanted like a Berkely or NYC college sweatshirt too. But that’s another story. I just like sweaters. Except for Christmas-themed ones. Those are not acceptable. Ever.

And so ends my sweater-love rant. Take care!

~ by ClevelandBloggers on October 16, 2010.