One Sweater, Three Days

Okay, story time.

Every year, my mom makes the ultimate trek to Bloomingdales (a lengthy one mile from her office) to buy one cashmere item.  She calls it her "cashmere of the year", and it's always super soft, with a pragmatic shape and relatively neutral color so to be worn with as many items as possible.  She likes to only buy one a year because they are pricey (for a non-designer item) and buying just one a year makes it much more special and exciting to go cashmere shopping.  I am usually not allowed to wear said cashmere purchases, because for some reason my mom fears that I will inevitably spill acid on it prior to lighting it on fire and falling in a pile of mudd, but I digress. A little over 2 years ago, when I was a mere 14 years old, my mom came home with her yealry cashmere, a light pink open cardigan; the epitome of a pretty sweater.  I had always coveted the item, but was only allowed to look, no touching allowed.  Then someting miraculous happened.  As '10 turned to '11, and with it, a new cashmere sweater entered my mother's already full closet, I was allowed to wear the sweater to a family dinner after only asking twice, instead of the usual 10 times (that had prior always ended in a firm no). This was the first time that a cashmere purchase was allowed to venture out of the cleanliness of my mother's bedroom on my body instead of hers.  I was overjoyed, and have been wearing the sweater often ever since. It has been through a lot of wear and tear by this point, but things only get better with age, right?  It's now 2013 and that sweater has been through a lot of family dinners, not to mention school presentations, NYC outings, late nights at the library, and any other activity that seemed fit for a pink cashmere sweater. Back to the present day...

I did something unfathomable last week.  I wore said cashmere sweater three days in a row! Shocking, I know, but I hope you all can forgive me.  

One good thing came out of this forbidden act, and that is the idea for this post, in which I attempt to justify my wearing of the sweater three times in a row by showing you I did indeed style it very differently each day, rendering it nearly unrecognizable (in my diluted mind) as being the same sweater as the day before.  Whether or not this flawed plan succeeded (I did have one friend baffled by the concept of my repeating a garment within the same lunar cycle, let alone the same 24 hours) is not the point, but rather the success (or not) of my ability to turn a not-so-on-trend, otherwise quite bland fabric and style of a two-and-a-half year old sweater into something that is worthy of a fashion blog and my own standards of dressing as fashionable as a 16 year old possibly can.

I feel as though I am rambling, so I think I will just show you my outfits now: sorry it it is hard to see; it was so windy! Also, ignore my red nose; I have somewhat of a permanent cold throughout the winter. 

Day 1. I am super obsessed with my new app "mirrorgram"! Sweater: Bloomingdales. Urban Outfitters dress, Steve Madden boots, House of Harlow necklace. 

Day 2. Madewell top, Free People pants, Tory Burch flats, Dannijo necklace, Madewell bracelets, vintage watch, Forever 21 ring, Marc by Marc Jacobs sunglasses. 

Third day's a charm. This is my "Don't I look French?" outfit. Madewell dress, Marc by Marc Jacobs flats and watch, Cult Gaia flower crown. 

While writing this I have been filled with memories of Spongebob's "the best time to wear a stripe sweater (is all the time)" opera rendition, and I tell you it has just brought tears to my eyes reminicing about it.  And now, I think it is time for this sweater to retire to the back of my mother's closet. At least it had a nice last couple of days and got to be featured on my blog before it passed on. Which outfit do you prefer-let me know! 

xo, Scatter Girl