sweater love (or crushes)

i've already mentioned my love of sweaters, right?
(well...more specifically: the oldman & sweater combo.)

and despite GORGEOUS temperatures outside (70 degrees? in pittsburgh?) i'm just sitting here and thinking about sweaters.

actually. i think it was started by these sweater lamps that i found online.
(um...can we say: adorable?)
and sweaters lamps (combined with a conversation i had earlier today about "practical-crushes") of course got me thinking about my all-time favorite combo: (oldmen & sweaters)....which i feel the need to elaborate upon.

the oldman & sweater combo is generally an all-inclusive endearment. (although, it is preferable for the old man to have a bit of a belly...) Mr. Rodgers never achieved ultimate-oldman & sweater status due to his thin frame. (but, the fact that he would change between two different sweaters during the course of his show (*while singing) helped to make up for his lack of the belly-pooch.)

{love him}

unfortunately- the sweater combo is best pulled off by the elderly generation. (i'm not saying that it can't be pulled off by younger men...just that it becomes much more difficult.)
Maybe i should explain....

Exhibit A:
this youngman & sweater combo has the potential to veer into one of the pretentious, overly-swaddled combos. He obviously is unaware of the fact that he is indoors (maybe confused by the pile of wood he is lounging on?) because he still has on his scarf...and he definitely has the look of the self-absorbed/ pretentious-sweater-wearer. He knows he's swaddled in sweaterness, and is a beacon of coziness to all sweaterly-prone-females (like myself)...and he is making a (very sad) attempt to abuse that power
(um, and did i already mention he sitting on a pile of very-uncomfortable-looking lumber? indoors?...)


Exhibit B:

(obviously younger sweater-wearing men tend to be oblivious to their surroundings.) fortunately, Exhibit B is not double-swaddling indoors like Exhibit A was...but, i am a bit concerned that he is combining sweaters with camo-pants(?) and that he is in a location tropical enough to condone grass-huts. Once again: Exibit B is very aware of his sweater-wooing powers, yet dumb enough to wear a henley-button-down-rib sweater to what i can only assume to be a war-zone/sunny-beach venue.

Exibit C) I am not sensing that Exhibit C is suffering from self-absorbed over-swaddling (like Exhibit A). However- he is definitely leaning towards the heavily over-swaddled. Unfortunately- it's the kind of overswaddling that screams: "my mother knitted my multi-colored scarf and still gets me dressed every morning" while simultaneously giving out the "senior-photo" vibe. (but it's ok kid... you've got a great smile.)


That was only a three-man critique...(and really: i could go on and on and on)...but i'll spare you any more sweater-wearing-analyses.


but- if i could end up like this one day, i would be perfectly happy:


(and NO: this is not a metaphorical illustration of my desire to morph into a headless-wicker-torso...or to marry a wooden-headed and feature-less man.)

come on, people. don't take everything so literally.