I might dress like I’m sophisticated, but I grew up in a town of 1,800 people, and I’m way too easily impressed by things like wireless internet, hands-free phones, and indoor plumbing. I’m also the kind of person who walks into doorjambs and knocks her glasses off. It’s a contrast my friends and family do not let me live down.
If you’ve ever wondered what I’m like in person, this is a pretty good indication:
The ugliest sweater known to Sartoria. I’m madly in love with it. I’m not even wearing it ironically.
I’d wanted a really hideous sweater for about a year, and my mom got me this one on a business trip over Thanksgiving break. I’ve been waiting for the perfect time to blog it.
Dorky sweaters call for dorky poses.
My mock trial team had an “ugly sweater” party tonight, and I think I won the party. I’ll post the pic of my team as soon as my captain uploads it.
I feel really pretty today, because I am so happy to be wearing this sweater and it shows in my face.
I’m in the holiday spirit from head to toe. I feel like a Scandinavian child.
This time of year is bliss for someone who loves classical music as much as I do. This has been on repeat for the past hour.
Also, happy Hanukkah! My Jewish boyfriend tried to teach me how to say it in Hebrew, and I promptly forgot. I kind of suck at languages that aren’t Latin.
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UPDATE 12/11: Here’s my mock trial team (the ones who remembered to dress up, anyway) in all our finery!
