cardiganaholic

Hi, my name is Holiday and I'm a cardiganaholic. At the moment my trusty little spell check device is alarming me with red underlines, but I'm totally ignoring them. This wardrobe addiction has kind of snuck up on me, but thanks to a friends' intervention I can proudly say I'm on the road to recovery.

It all started last week. I was on a mission for a baby shower outfit and figured a quick stop into Ann Taylor would do the trick. Six hours later I found myself driving home with quite a collection of, you guessed it, cardigans. To make matters worse, I didn't even realize the redundancy of my purchases until I stopped at my girlfriend's house to show her the goods. And there they were. Spread on the back of her couch in all of their glory...five cardigans. FIVE. Just like the scale, this couch wasn't lying.

Perhaps you're thinking I bought five very different cardigans...you know, varied styles or fabrics, colors or what have you. Ummm...no, not so much. My friend looked me dead in the eye and brought this to my attention. I bought 2 white cardigans, 2 blue cardigans (almost matching shades), and 1 gray cardigan (this one had ruffles and short sleeves...but still must be acknowledged as I clearly have a problem).

When I got home I immediately stormed my closet. It was true. There really was no denying this. I am addicted to cardigans. Blue, white and black. They were everywhere. I looked down at my shopping bags and realized there would never be a good time to quit cardigan-ing. The time was now. It was hard but I did it. I chose my favorites and left the rest in the bag.

Without a second thought I added Banana Republic to my list of things to do this week. I'm sure there's another cardiganaholic out there who will appreciate my returns.