Days I wore the gray sweatshirt:
Monday - Evening errands
Tuesday - In the morning until I had to leave the house.
Wednesday - During the day at home.
Thursday - Just at home until I forgot and wore it to Wal-Mart.
Friday - In the morning and then into the wash.
Not that I am proud of that...but I blame the cold. It makes me want to dress the opposite of cute. It is as if the only things that can warm my bones are the bulky fall themed orange sweater from 1987 and the bright pink scarf and my green jacket and a teal hat.
And being cold makes me want to eat beef jerky. So I am that person. Wearing 15 knit things and eating beef jerky.
So really, the gray sweatshirt is a step up from that.
