This. Ever.
Note to self:
You know that look, that one where you’re running late and have to go out and do some boring errands, so you grab a pair of leggings but not the stirrup pants because you do, after all, have some standards, and you throw your sister’s hand-me-down cotton cableknit “fat” sweater on overtop of that and you lace up your most broken-down pair of sneakers and you reach for your Dad’s Cowichan sweater because it’s cosy, waterproof, and big enough to go over the ever-so-slightly-massive sweater, but only if you pick hem of the sweater up all around and tuck it into a sort of blob out front of you and zip the jacket up before the sweater mass makes a break for it?
You know that look?
Remember to wear that the next time you want someone to give you their seat on the bus in the mistaken belief that the little bundle of joy is due any second.
No reason I know that works…
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raincoaster 
I hate this look and I’ve often asked myself, Now why don’t I buy one of those huge oversized sexless sweaters that show off absolutely nothing and add about ten extra pounds or looks as if you’re trying to hide something?
Which leads me to, if I ever get the fever for the five finger discount, it’d be a perfect accessory and accomplice.
Indeed; you could put pockets all through the inside and stuff them full. This thing…I coulda stuffed a twelve-year-old in there.
I do like big floppy cotton sweaters for lying around the house in, but I just have to remember not to wear them over the threshold.
What’s wrong with your sister’s hand me downs?? What FAT sweater??? I thought you loved it!? And what’s so bad about stirrup pants???
I don’t know, I thought she looked good in stirrup pants that one day we went out. But then maybe I’m not the most impartial.
Yup, it’s an ugly, baggy, haggy sweater that resembles a hooded terry towel bathrobe. Eeeeuuuu ! Hold on – I think it may be the same as the one my mother gave me that I quietly sent to the recycle.
I love the sweater, but I have realized that (as a certain very tall person who lives not a million miles from you, dear sister, once remarked) that when I wear really baggy sweaters I look like I’m being swallowed by the wardrobe of an obese Aran fisherman.
Stirrup pants are over. Stirrup pants have been over for twenty years. The only way wearing stirrup pants in public is permissible is if you’re going to an Eighties night at the club or you’re wearing boots and nobody can tell.
JB: I have yet to post my writeup of that evening, but it starts with “You know that nightmare that you always have, when you find yourself out in public in your pj’s?” and goes on from there. Those are, in fact, my pjs.
Nothing wrong with stirrup pants. And WP is scrapping my comments again. Tired of writing them.
WP, I mean. Not the comments. You should get so lucky.
Quit linking to that necrophiliac MLM Cialis retailing site, then, goddamit.