It's official. The world as we know it is deep in the throes of a full-blown sweater emergency. A swemergency. Is there an equivalent of the World Health Organisation for fashion? I would like to report an epidemic.
The knitwear that is plaguing the high street right now is shocking. Insipid colours (or "peelie-wallie" as they say here in Scotland), cheap, flammable-looking fabrics, and with a hand that is (forgive me my use of this word) flaccid.
These items dig at my soul, especially when I remember the days when my Mom would bring me back a few wool sweaters from JC Penny; nice colours in a pure wool crewneck. Those old JC Penny sweaters look like couture when compared with the flotsam and jetsam that is currently washing-up on today's high street. These sweaters have all of the hanger appeal of the carcass of one of Hannibal Lecter's victims. Only I'm pretty sure that in one of these inferior sweaters, nobody would be lining-up to eat your brains...even with a side of fava beans and a nice chianti.
Am I being too harsh? You decide. Here's today's offering.