The WASPiest Thing Ever
Those of you who know me outside of this blog know that, in spite of being half-Ukrainian, I have one of the WASPiest names on record. My name is the mayonnaise of names. The country club. The black watch plaid blanket, etc.
Actually, the only WASPier name I've ever come across was one of my TAs, who came with the delightful last name of 'Whittington.' So, with my pedigree, I'm sure you can imagine why the following appealed to me in a bizarre way:
Oh. My. God. Let's look at the way in which each of its WASPy qualities nest, one inside the other, to create the ultimate garment for when you're picking up cider at the local orchard.
1. It's from LL Bean
2. It's a cardigan from LL Bean
3. It's a fair isle cardigan from LL Bean
4. It's a fair isle cardigan from LL Bean with pointer dogs patterned on the yoke.
This thing makes me crave roast like none other. I would order it (and demand to be called "Betty" from then on) but it's sold out. Damn it!
Actually, the only WASPier name I've ever come across was one of my TAs, who came with the delightful last name of 'Whittington.' So, with my pedigree, I'm sure you can imagine why the following appealed to me in a bizarre way:
Oh. My. God. Let's look at the way in which each of its WASPy qualities nest, one inside the other, to create the ultimate garment for when you're picking up cider at the local orchard.
1. It's from LL Bean
2. It's a cardigan from LL Bean
3. It's a fair isle cardigan from LL Bean
4. It's a fair isle cardigan from LL Bean with pointer dogs patterned on the yoke.
This thing makes me crave roast like none other. I would order it (and demand to be called "Betty" from then on) but it's sold out. Damn it!