Good morning, Monday. Jesus Gawd Game of Thrones. WTF? How you gonna do us like that?
And with Monday coming in like a Scottish morning, New York's fogginess feels more akin to the moors of Winterfell than the sidewalks of Manhattan. I kind of love when New York is shrouded in fog- it's sleepily narcotic and strange, just like true love.
And speaking of love, I recently fell in love with a sweater. (Stay with me).
I saw the most perfect shaggy Scottish green sweater of all time on Saturday - it's from Acne and very much biting my quest to be shop free until just past my birthday- today is day one of operation no more shopping. I adore this sweater which looks worn in and nubby and shabby in the best way possible. I've recently purged a ton of clothes from my closet and I don't want a single thing, except of course, this sweater. To wear with, oh, I don't know- EVERYTHING? Plus, it's from their men's line, and I adore a good men's sweater to snuggle in. Yes, I'm in love with a sweater. Sue me. It's not really the sweater- it's more about where I'm going when I'm wearing it in my mist shrouded daydreams. Plus, Game of Thrones has me not only seeing red, but a deep shade of green. I live for green- it's my favorite color and I'm mad for this particular hue.
I've been fantasizing of late about a trip to Scotland in the Fall, to go back to a place that felt so strangely familiar to me both times I've been there. This sweater would be a good thing to pack. And it matches my sometimes greenish eyes. And it will go beautifully with the red hair I'm going back to come Fall. And it's perfect for a post Labor day Beach weekend. Sigh. I need this sweater.
Anyway, it's back to work today and after last night's season finale, this foggy day feels absolutely right. Not to mention how right this sweater is...there's no sizes of it left anywhere so this one may not have been in the closet cards, but never mind. I'm sure I'll fall in love with something else I'm not allowed to buy in the next month and change.
Cause that's what's up this fuzzy, foggy Monday in the 212. Yours, in woolen love affairs and far off places. XO
The Peele sweater can be seen here, but be warned- a quick search online yielded very few sizes other than teeny weeny left anywhere.