This sweater has languished in the back of my closet for years because I no longer like how it fits.

For you see, I used to be convinced sweaters were morally obligated to come down well past my hips, lest the world be distressed by the presence of my ass. I also felt like any sweater that went in under my boobs was undoubtedly indicative of a scandalously icentious nature.

I no longer feel this way. Turns out I feel both happier and cuter in sweaters that actually fit. And no one has yet fainted dead away from the shock.

Which means I have quite a lot of sweaters that are way too long and way too loose. I also have that most traditional of seasonal feelings, the longing for something new to wear. Oh, and I also have…scissors.

So let’s see what I can do!