Last week I did a Google Image search for “Jacques Plante knitting,” you know, as one does, and one of the images that came up (one of the first images that came up) was a photo of me at a Valentine’s Day dinner, on account of this post. Well, that was odd. And it also reminded me that hey, I (ostensibly) have a blog.
As penance for ignoring my blog for over a year this time, here is a photo of me from yesterday, wearing an ugly Halloween sweater. My face isn’t really that red; it just looks that way in the photo. (Perhaps I shouldn’t have admitted that, because not actually being red-faced means that I chose to wear that sweater while completely sober, and that I wasn’t even embarrassed enough to blush about it.)
It’s like something Ms. Frizzle from The Magic School Bus would wear. It is not handknit; I bought it at Value Village for four dollars, and clearly it was worth every penny. Although now I suppose that when you do a Google Image search for “Jacques Plante knitting” you will also wind up with a photo of me in an ugly Halloween sweater. This is a really weird thought.