yesterday morning i woke up to the arrival of two packages in the mail. one item was an amazing pair of vintage boots that i got from erstwhilevintage, and the other was this sweater. so of course, my first order of business was to put on said sweater to wear while cooking my breakfast. my boyfriend and i were standing in the kitchen when i looked down at myself and suddenly realized, “oh shit. i am totally dressed like the dude.” i was wearing a t-shirt, this sweater, and a pair of plaid pajama pants, holding a carton of milk. all i needed was a caucasian.