I think I'm going to have to rename this segment of my blog "Random Weirdo Monday". Because folks, there's precious little candy here. To anyone but me. And other people who want uptight repressed dudes in sweater vests.
This one's for you, secret sweater vest lover:
It's all his fault.
The King of the Sweater Vests, Chandler Bing. He leads the dance all the way down to Marks and Spencer's.
Technically not a sweater vest, I know. But fook, I've got to have some pretty somewhere on here.
And this is definitely, definitely not a sweater vest. You see, there are levels of sweater vest- all the way from the magnificent no-buttons-kind-of-tight-around-the-shoulders-olive-green nightmare, down to what is, essentially, a waistcoat.
I will allow a waistcoat, if Lee Pace is the one wearing said garment. Otherwise, waistcoats are right out. They're banned, from my Guys Who Wear Sweater Vests and Nothing Else club.
Sorry, waistcoats. You're just not weird enough, for my liking.