Still, howling gales and driving rain can make for the perfect Sunday. One during which you do absolutely bugger all, because, let's face it, what is there really to do?
On a Sunday such as this, I prefer to indulge in such luxurious pursuits as having a lie in, eating a bacon sarnie, having a cup of freshly brewed coffee, watching rubbish on the telly, getting the fire roaring, all while kitted out in a nice cosy cardie.
There's something about those chunky knits that say: "today I will mostly wear my slippers and walk quite slowly."
I have a cardie reserved in my wardrobe for this purpose. It is this Obey shawl neck. A couple of years old, a bit bobbled, suitably hefty buttons and a neutral grey.
It's got Sunday written all over it, mataphorically speaking. I can't imagine owning a cardigan which actually has Sunday written all over it. That would be vile.
Pictured: Obey shawl neck cardigan; Visvim Madras shirt, Tudor Submariner; Oliver Peoples glasses.
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