Today, I picked out a pink sweater to wear to work. It's a cute pink sweater with 3/4 sleeves and ribbed cotton. Neat, huh? If it were 1999. It used to be flattering. Mike even said it looked slimming on me, this morning. Then, my day began at work. I felt quite unattractive in it ALL DAY LONG. That's a sign that the sweater must find its way to a clothing recycling bin. I can't be tempted to put this thing on my body again. It's almost as if I forget how bad it looks and can only remember how nice it looked on me in the 90s. That image is engrained in my brain throughout my car drive to work, making me believe this was a good choice, later to discover it was not.
Take care, pink sweater. I am breaking up with you. You need to see other people and I need to see other sweaters.