Fair Isle Tool

So.....My mom pawned this Irish handknit cardigan off on me when I was home over Christmas. It's about 40 years old (what's the dividing line between vintage and antique?) and came from over here way back when, when my grandparents visited Ireland in the 70s.

Anyway, I'm sick of being cold in my office, so I decided to try and give this sweater a shot. I dressed it up with some dark jeans and brown boots, and I was thinking it just might work.

But lo, I had forgotten that I was wearing an Irish wool sweater into an Irish office. It's native garb--the equivelant of wearing lederhosen into work in Dusseldorf. It's, um, dorky. How dorky? Dorky as this guy:

LOL, or his funky fresh friend down there.


So basically about 15 different people have told me that I look like a 70s Irish trad musician, which is the like traditional celtic music, which is sung by Irish hippies. It's making me laugh so hard, I think it's hilarious! I think I'll be wearing this cardigan much more often. It's so flagrant--it's like an American tourist visiting Scotland in a kilt. LOL. I love it.

Anyway, I had horrible, crazy dreams last night. If you're one of my friends, you should check and make sure that you're not 8 months pregnant, because I had a dream about friends becoming 8 months pregnant, and I'm fairly certain it's an omen. So just do a quick once-over of your belly--boys too--make sure you're not one month from giving birth. Check in with me when you do, so I can tick you off my list. Thanks.


Everyone, listen up! Have a great Wednesday! And whatever you do, do NOT buy that stupid new macbook air, which is hardly as cool as they're making it out to be, and I am not impressed, and my macbook pro, which I've named Pete Sampras, is not impressed either, and we together are wholeheartedly unimpressed. 10 out of 10 Kate's and Pete Sampras's disapprove.