A Tale of Two Sweaters

The week before Thanksgiving 2011, I grabbed the top of my mannequin and molded some cables around it. I pictured myself in a jaw-dropping neon orange sweater saying “this old thing? I made it myself.” Objectively, that isn’t a great reason to do anything. In my case, it set me up for disappointment.   I wasContinue reading “A Tale of Two Sweaters”

Big Sweater Smaller Sweater

There’s a picture of my dad that used to sit on my mom’s bedside table – in the nebulous lore that is my dad’s past, I would place it somewhere around the time he took a break from college and lived in Colorado, getting by teaching other sometime-college-students to ski. In this picture, he’s leaningContinue reading “Big Sweater Smaller Sweater”