Do any of you remember that song that was on the radio years back about a sweater? No not the Weezer version. It was from 1992 and by Meryn Cadell and it was called The Sweater (yes I googled it). The 'song' goes on and on about a sweater belonging to a boy....very funny.
Anyway I bought a cool knit yellow maternity sweater yesterday and I just love it. It is cable knit with a hood and I feel like sunshine in it :) when zipped up it hugs my ball of a belly so nicely and makes me look like well...a big yellow sun :)
So needless to say I love my sweater. Buying it actually seems to have perked me up a bit. Given me some fake sunshine that I have been craving. If I could take a picture and put in on the site I would. As soon as my computer lets me I will....and I'm sure you will like the sweater too :)
If you are bored....here are the lyrics to The Sweater song....
The Sweater — Meryn Cadell
Girls, I know you understand this and feel the intrinsic incredible emotion You have just pulled over your head the worn, warm sweater belonging to a boy Now you haven’t had a passionate kissing session or anything, but you got to go on a camping trip with him and 8 other people from school And you practically slept together, your sleeping bag right next to his And you woke in the night to watch him as he slept, but you couldn’t see anything because it was dark so you just lay there and listened to his breathing and wondered if your heart might burst
The sweater has that slightly goat-like smell which all teenage boys possess, and that smell will lovingly transfer to all your other clothes If you get to keep it for a few days you can sleep with it, but don’t let your mom see because she’ll say, “What is that filthy thing, and who does it belong to besides the trash man?” So you’ll have to keep it under the covers with you You can kind of lie it beside you or wrap it around your waist or touch it on your legs or whatever, that’s your business
Now if the sweater has, like, reindeer on it or is a funny color like yellow, I’m sorry but you can’t get away with a sweater like that. Look for brown or gray or blue Anything other than that and you know you’re dealing with someone who’s different And different is not what you’re looking for You’re looking for those Alpine-ski chiseled features and that sort of blank look which passes for deep thought or at least the notion that someone’s home You’re looking for the boy of your dreams who is the same boy in the dreams of all of your friends
Now the sweater isn’t going to fit you, of course You can kind of roll up the sleeves in a jaunty way that says, “This is the sweater belonging to a boy and the boy is a genuine hunk-a hunk-a burning love and this is not just some hand-me-down from your brother or your father”
Monday, wear the sweater to school Be calm, look cute Don’t tell him about the dream you had about the place the two of you would share when you get older, just be yourself The best, cutest, quietest person of yourself Definitely wear lip gloss He looks at you and he looks away and then he walks away and the smell of the sweater hits you again suddenly like ape-scent gloriola and you get a note passed to you by a girl in history that says he needs his sweater back, he forgot that you put it on in the tent on Saturday and he’s been looking for it And you don’t have to die of humiliation You are a strong person and this is a learning experience You can still hold your head up high as you run from the classroom tearing the stinking sweater from your body
You look at that sweater, carefully And you realize that love made you temporarily blind You’ve got a secret now, honey, and though you would never sink as low as him you could blab it all over the school if you wanted The label in that sweater said 100% Acrylic
