going ruche

Today I feel a little bit like Blueberry Sal.

I remember being utterly charmed by this book as a youngster... doesn't a lazy day in a wild blueberry patch sound lovely? I think so!

Alas, all blueberry patches happen to be buried in heavy snow on this particular day, so I must resort to channeling the frolicking spirit of a summer day in Maine on my cardigan (disclaimer: Ruche called them "Virginia Blue Bells," and indeed they do not look a whole lot like blueberries up close, but that's what they remind me of).

I don't much like the way that the cardigan fits (in fact, I don't like it at all--not one bit), and I toyed with the idea of sending it back but my laziness wouldn't allow it. It's a crying shame, because I really do like everything else about it--the color, the pattern, the ruffles...

I'm hoping that it will shrink in the wash so I look a little less square with my arms down. Seriously though... who makes a sweater that gets wider at the waist?

(cardigan: Ruche; tank top: Marshall's; gray jeans: PacSun; moccasins: Minnetonka; tiger eye ring: gift)