Cable Knit Sketches and other Silliness

So it comes as no surprise that I adore mail.  Which also leads to my adoration of letter writing, postcard inscribing, and general sketch mailing.  Including the infamous "what I'm wearing today" pages that have slipped into a great many envelopes over the past year.

Basically you begin with the outfit:

And quick as can be, with little editing or perfecting, a never-to-scale cartoon is drawn, then surrounded by random commentary on the individual articles of clothing, particularly noteworthy bits on makeup and hair, and generally at least one notation on a gargantuan hand or other such drawing foible.

Really it's just frivolous fun.

So I thought to myself, "self, there must be several others out there with a need for a ridiculous piece of snail mail, you really aught to indulge."
And therefore I will.  Because really, everyone like to find real mail in their box, right?
Sooooooo...
The first FIVE bloggy readers to email me at kclarkstudios[at]gmail.com with their postal addresses will be the recipients of a random day's "Dressing The Part" drawing.  I'll post an addendum here as soon as I'm booked up.

WOW!
I'VE GOT MY FIVE SNAIL MAIL DRAWINGISTAS!
YOU LADIES HAVE FINGERTIPS LIKE ROAD RUNNERS!

Happy Rainy-Hail to you today!
What are you wearing to keep out the cold?

The Friday Confessional: February 4th, 2011

Confession Number 71 :

I'm addicted to the buttons.  As in, full blown cardi-a-holic.  I figured the actual number was just in the teens, but in a fit of honesty, I counted and friends, it's in the upper twenties.

(Thank God BC is out of town and probably not reading this post)

(Also thank you God that we do not share a closet, and therefore he has little reason to add up the sweaters)

I began a discussion yesterday (on the ol' facebook) asking just how many cardigans one could have while still maintaining some sense of preservation and based on the comments received, the answer is:
(drum roll please)

Infinity.

It was like a support group for cardi-druggies - those of us strung out on cotton and cashmere, whose fingers start to shake if we go too many days without buttoning up.  I felt like a needed a donut or something afterwards (instead I had a small roll slathered with lemon marmalade, but more on that later).

One of the most brilliant outcomes of that little fess-up is a new site, put together on the spot by Miss Désirée Fawn, aptly titled The Cardigan Confessional (name curtesy of my Em, also of the cardigan-persuassion) where one can submit and peruse the best in cardigan imagery and acceptance.  

The best thing about a cardi-addiction?  You're in an elite group of women who know how to look smashing.

I feel absolved of my stripes.
Your turn ladies

Fess it up!