Cardigan Enthusiast is written by me, Elizabeth, delinquent English grad student, runner, sandwich lover, and owner/wearer of many cardigans. I live in Bethlehem, Pennsylvania, The Christmas City. We are a town in love with holidays, festivals, and drinking in the street.
The last award I won was the prestigious Kawameeh Chief statue in the 8th grade. It is currently on display at my parents’ home in New Jersey.
In other news, I’m overwhelmingly fond of store brand frozen pizzas and macaroni and cheese. These are completely one-sided relationships.
Here’s some other random information:
- I get away with a lot of things by smiling at people.
- While I’m not a huge fan of shopping in general, I find window shopping for large appliances soothing.
- My love of office supplies and organizational projects is boundless.
- I carry my own Tums. That probably explains itself.
- I run on Diet Coke, coffee, and wishful thinking.
- I like people who call me on my shit.
- My copy of Our Bodies, Ourselves is on the floor of the backseat of my car. I’m not sure why I haven’t moved it, but I’m sure it’ll settle a lady parts-related dispute some day.
- I am constantly losing my car keys. They’re always on a kitchen chair.
- I worry about comma usage. A lot. I also have more than a reasonable amount of trouble with “it’s” and “its.”
- I’ve said, “If loving [x inanimate object] is wrong, I don’t want to be right” more than once. And I’ve meant it every time.
- I got called “mysterious” once. I immediately gave myself 50 cool points even though it’s completely untrue.
Here’s a picture of me on the bus to the Rally to Restore Sanity and/or Fear. You can see the sunrise over my bus driver’s head. I’m smiling so much because I’m looking at a homemade coffee cake.