Some people aim for ‘perfect’. I aimed for ‘adequate’, and I’m pleased and proud to say that I hit the mark.
I give you Raspy, or as I prefer to call it, Raspy My Love.
Raspy is a very adequate sweater. Raspy is not for wearing to your parties or your offices, or even to your grocery stores. Raspy is for wearing around the house, and especially over pajamas.
Remember how I had to sub some home-bleached yarn for the home-plied Texere laceweight denim?
I don’t think it shows. (Work with me here.)
If you’re not familiar with Raspy (from Rowan’s Denim People book), I need to tell you: Those holes?–They’re on purpose. It’s the style, dontcha know. (Because I’m SO FREAKING STYLISH.) (You keep forgetting that, about me being so stylish.)
The sleeves are totally spozed to be this long. I know it looks a little big in this picture, but it doesn’t feel one bit big. It feels just right. LIke a sweatshirt. Only denimy-er.
Where did I stage this embarrassing middle-aged photo shoot? At the New York Botanical Garden, in Da Bronx, where they are having an awesome exhibit, everywhere you can imagine, of Dale Chihuly’s work in blown glass. It’s amazing how much glass they made. They made so much that I am going to decorate the Found Objects with Blown Glass Galore. It’s ChihulyPalooza 2006, people!
Which might help distract you from our model’s Figure Flaws. (Keepin’ it ray-all!)
I am so excited for Rachel and her angel from Montgomery. I’m farklempt with the wild, wild love going on down there. Farklempt, I tell you!