Cashmere makes people do stupid things. Like spend $250 at a notoriously overpriced boutique in Jersey on *a* sweater (see Wayne’s World). Three years ago, I allowed my mother to purchase this totally meh garment for me, thinking the fact that it was cashmere would eventually make it attractive. It didn’t.
It first sat in my closet for a time, unworn. It then sat in my mother’s closet for a time, unworn. Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore.
Ohhh but it’s cashmere, ohhh I don’t give a shit. I would NOT be prevented from taking a pair of scissors to it simply because it cost an arm and a leg.
I refashioned the neckline into something off-shoulder (eiiiiighties yaay) and took a few inches off the bottom to make it layer-friendly. Now I have (what feels like) a new sweater, and I’ve worn it thrice already.
Snippity doo-dah.
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SO brave. Hope you saved the ring of sweater that came off the bottom for a cowl …
hey niecey..What’s with the tongue lip push? Where’s my smiling A?
Mwuahh