It’s a balmy 45 degrees and rainy here in Lebanon, PA. If I’ve learned anything from my 18 months doing delivery jobs, it is that delivering in the rain is the worst. It can only be made bearable by choosing the right clothing and becoming one with your umbrella. So today I chose my old (literally, 3 pregnancies old) faithful maternity leggings, a cropped tee with the ironically embroidered word “staycation” on the breast, my hunter rain boots, and this horribly dumpy thrifted acrylic sweater that worked its way into my heart and isn’t going anywhere anytime soon. I realized the other day that the thing I love about this sweater is how dumpy it actually is. My lack of care or concern for this sweater makes it one of the most used pieces of clothing in my life. My friend Alena was cold the other weekend and i gave it to her to wear around the campfire. The next day it smelled like Alena and campfire. I loved it. Chris wears it when he’s going into the yard to start the grill. Last week he had it on while he changed the inner tube on his bicycle tire. Normally I’d be like “Hey Hun, you and I both know you’re gonna end up melting the sleeves off that sweater, could you wear something else…?”  But not this sweater. It has earned its keep as the resident dumpy acrylic sweater. I hate the pilling all over it, I hated a poorly positioned belt with loop holes and I finally cut that off.  I guess you could say, I love to hate this sweater. Long live the dumpy, faithful, overworked, overused, under appreciated articles in your wardrobe!
A word on cropped shirts.  You imagine they will work out well while you’re pregnant because, well, they’re cropped. The opposite is actually true. They just kind of sit weird on the belly and draw attention to the fact that you’re a pregnant lady trying to make a cropped t shirt work.  But today, it’s what’s happening.