It was cold enough for Bigbad to wear what I call his lumberjack shirt. We weren't sure where this shirt came from when we found it in the closet recently (it really has been so warm here these past few years we weren't sure which set of parents it belonged to). The sawdust in the pockets gave it away. This was a Bigbad Dad shirt.
|I didn't pose Bigbad like this. But doesn't this look like some kind of senior high school portrait shot? The casual look.|
Anyway, my sister crocheted this sweater. She picked out all of the colors herself, which I am very thankful for. I'd be too fussy to ever decide. I love the natural brown and the purple edging.
Folks are always shocked when I tell them because they expect it to be knit. It's such a quintessentially handmade sweater. It is itchy and can be tight (no hiding lunch babies), and I'm always so scared that I will ruin it when I wear it and wash it. So I only break it out a few times during winter.
|Remind me not to talk when my picture is being taken. Also, I'm trying out this thing where I don't do anything with my gray hairs. I'm trying to justify my laziness with the idea that I'll be one those people that can rock the gray streaks.|
|sweater: handmade / jeans: Old Navy / shoes: Frye Quincy booties (affiliate link for similar) / plaid shirt: vintage Woolrich (affiliate link for similar) / jeans: Old Navy / shoes: American Eagle|
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