Make fun of me all you want, I love sweater vests. Maybe it’s because I once dated a guy who thought button-up shirts were super hot, but I always got cold and so the sweater vests were a great solution. Maybe it’s because I have always thought in the back of my mind that nerdy chic is the best chic…maybe it’s because they’re everywhere and we’re socially conditioned to want what’s in front of us. Whatever the reason, I have an affinty for this article of clothing that cannot be denied.
And so, about a month ago, I decided to wear sweater vests for a full week. I thought it would be fun, and I could publicize it on facebook in an effort to satisfy my narcicism. Well, it did. Even my boss was asking me why I stopped wearing sweater vests the next week. And I did stop wearing them for awhile after that week, because I got sick of them. Turns out, I don’t like being told what to wear…even by myself. I still love sweater vests…but I love them like I love pickles. Great on the side, not as a meal.