I was at St Vinny’s with my cute photographer, and we came across this sweater hanging on a book shelf. We sort of looked around to confirm it wasn’t anyone’s and scooped it up. This has now become my go-to lazy days sweater. The more I wear it, the more ridiculous it becomes. The front is a huge zipper that reveals the galaxy and there’s a spaceman and some planets and small star charms sewn all over. I don’t think I’ve ever been more ecstatic about a sweater, and I fucking love sweaters.
This outfit really channeled my inner comfort demon who always wants to be cute and comfy. I went for leggings and creepers as well because I wore this in the car to O’Hare to pick up my dad. Do you have a crazy sweater? Show me pictures! Let’s bask in their greatness.