Here’s my second try at a jumper. I used the same pattern and aimed for something more summery. Once I got this fabric home it struck me as old lady-ish. I tried to remove that sense by adding a lot of geometrically placed trim. This worked so well I could hardly believe it. I was almost finished with it, but I was ready to quit work for the day, so I hung it up and went to the living room to watch some Project Runway. I’m only on season 2, so don’t tell me what happens. I returned to the bedroom after two very satisfying episodes and an equally satisfying vodka tonic, without the tonic. This means that it’s vodka on the rocks in a tumbler with two huge wedges of lime. My family has named this the Keiler and they order it that way at our gatherings. Alright, so it’s really obnoxious to claim that any drink has your name, especially when it’s a totally unoriginal drink, but maybe that’s why the name is so fitting.
Back in the bedroom with the Project Runway/vodka buzz and my brand new jumper hanging there waiting to be admired, I had a horrible realization. The jumper was tacky. It suddenly looked like something the secretary with the atrocious make-up (Dee-Dee?) would have worn on the Drew Carey show. Once I have an unpleasant association attached to a piece of clothing, it becomes very hard to wear. It’s like eating the same meal you had immediately before a stomach flu started.
This morning I tried the jumper on and I actually like it again. The thing that’s really surprising to me is that it doesn’t make me look any bigger than I am. People always say that large prints will make you look fat. There’s something else going on here with the proportions or shape that make this work.
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