You know I love Rowan. I love the magazine, I love the yarn, shoot I’m a regular wannabe rowanette. The newest issue I absolutely love, don’t get me wrong, there is a lot of good in there. But as with life were goodness leads, trouble follows.

The patterns in the Provence section I love, love, love. Shoot there is even a couple of aprons in there I want to copy. Aqua Marine section, not feeling the love so much. Patterns are not awful, just not me. There is 1 maybe 2 that I would consider making. Then we get to the Tribal section. Oh My Goodness!! On the good side love the colors, then again most of the sweaters and such I pictured more as blankets or pillows - not garments to actually wear.

Me and hubby like to goof on each other, you know keeps the relationship lively. So I see this picture in Rowan and I knew it was my turn to play. I run to the living room and here is the play by play:

M: Honey I finally found the perfect sweater I want to knit you
C: Really it must be nice - your so excited
M: Yes it’s awesome (yes I still say awesome irl, I’m an 80’s girl from CA - it happens)
C: Well let me see
M: Well I love the sweater, but I think it’s the whole outfit working together for me. So I want to make the sweater but also get you the whole ensemble, it is very you, and it’s not Gap or Old Navy like.
Dramatic Pause: I’m showing him the picture
C: You like it, you really like it?
M: I absolutely love it!
C: Hmmmm, I do like the tan color
Moment of silence
C: You think that outfits me?
C: Really?
C: Honey we live in a small town. I think if I put a skirt on they may shoot to kill. Shoot even in the city……I just don’t think it’s me.
M: I finally lose it, and the goof has been blown.
M: But I really do love the elf shoes (and I do I really do)

Isn’t he the sweetest. He did not know if I was serious or not so went into auto safe mode and did the hem-haw thing. When it comes to style I do confuse my man. As with many things in life I’m all over the place. He calls my look the June Cleaver gone punk, or the Harley girl gone country, or, or, or…Oh he’s full of his poetic cleverness - I just can’t think of them all now.

I tried this spoof on my oldest son also. He gave me a flat out “damn no”. No beating around the bush there.

Oh so you want to see the oh so much talked about sweater, well…

Pink sweater
Skirt with added layers of mismatched goodness
and golden elf shoes (I do really like the shoes!!)

What more could your man want.

Posted in Spew on Feb 7th, 2006