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I Have Something To Confess…..

11th February 2011

(Oh look, even my dollie wants to confess)

I have something to confess……

  • I hate winter. I hate it enough to boycott the idea of wearing a winter coat. Instead, I wear a cardigan. With a scarf. Every day. True Story.
  • I just discovered Fresca. Hello, refreshing.
  • I think celery needs to be banned as a vegetable. Also, it should be kept in the utensil drawer and alternatively used to stir soup.
  • I’m changing my name to Liz Lemon. Or Leslie Knope. Or Lizlie Knemon.
  • I sleep with my iPhone. It does not snore. It does not take all the covers. It does not smell like man. Win, Win, WIN.
  • I like to impersonate my mom, speak in a thick Greek accent, and stop only when the telemarketer starts to cry.
  • Cookbooks are like crack to me. As are magazines. And Iced Lattes.
  • You know that satiny material that shows every bump, every stretch mark, every mole? It should be illegal.
  • My Colin Firth is guaranteed to make the lady parts tingle in the most inappropriate ways. (More a statement than confession, but still a very valid point).
  • If I didn’t have to cook for them, I would have 14 babies. And then, I would challenge the Duggars to a duel.

This post was inspired by Scary Mommy’s confessional – it’s completely addictive, and yes all the really weird confessions are mine. Maybe.

ADDICTED to cardigans?

14th July 2010

Hello. My name is Maria

(HI MARIA!)

and I’m a cardigan addict.

It’s a serious affliction – to  my husband’s wallet.

Need proof?

In the last two days, I’ve bought 7 cardigans.

I bought 4 of the exact same cardigan from The Gap, but in different colors.

EXHIBIT ONE:

EXHIBIT TWO:

EXHIBIT THREE:

Of course, I also have at least 30 more cardigans hanging in my closet and stuffed into my drawers. Yes, most are black. No I’m not trying to win the lamest Guiness Book of World Records record, I swear.

Cardigans.

Cardigans make the world go round.

Hug a cardigan today!

My other sweater is a cardigan.

Brought to you my the association of cardigan freaks.

And yes, since you ask, my affliction is genetically acquired.

My mom wears a cardigan EVERY SINGLE DAY. She owns one million cardigans.

She IS the Guiness Book of World Records holder for Most Cardigans Ever Bought By A Sane Person.

True Story.

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