Do you believe in love at first sight? Have you ever seen perfection and thought “I want that on me. NOW.”? Well, I have.
Now, I’ve been with a lot of sweaters. And I mean A LOT. Pullovers, cardigans, v-necks, crew-necks, turtlenecks, wool, cotton, short sleeve, long sleeve, three-quarter…you name it, I’ve had it. But it never really felt right. Sure, they would make me happy for a season or two, but then my eye would wander, or they would lose shape, or my tastes would change and they just wouldn’t suit me anymore. One way or another, we would grow apart.
Oh, bittersweet fickle fashion, don’t you know that all I ever wanted was to find that sweater I could grow old with? You know, the sweater I would wear when I was having children? The one I would eventually die in? A beauty that’s a little bit Bardot…not crazy 21st century Arab-hating, PETA-loving Bardot,
but Nouvelle Vague sex-pot Bardot, in all her striped glory
and a whole lot of Audrey, in her infinite elegance,
with just a dash of my most under appreciated style influence
Alas, I’d all but given up hope. Where would I, how could I find such a beauty? Surely, a love like this could never exist in such cynical and untrustworthy world. I resigned to spending my life shivering in the cold, with only a meaningless string of the thinnest gray low-cut v-neck American Apparel shirts barely sheltering me from the harsh elements of this cruel world.
Then, just when I’d given up hope, I saw it,
and I knew this was the one. I mean, really, have you ever seen me so happy?
No, you haven’t.
Ain’t love grand?
As it is, these remain: faith, hope and love, the three of them; and the greatest of them is love. (1 Corinthians 13:13…Bible, y’all)
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