Goodbye hoodie cardigan

I bought you based on hanger appeal. Grey, drapey, hood, thumbholes, tie belt. I loved you at first sight.

When I wore you, you made me feel cozy, even though you weren't very warm. When I looked at myself while wearing you belted, I realized that the belt was unflattering, because it hit me at a wider point than my natural waist. That made me wear you a wee bit less.

I still wore you, however. And it showed. You had pills, and that was the final straw. I'm currently not feeling the threadbare dystopian vibe anyway, so off to the donation bin you go. Thank you for making me feel mysterious and cozy while we were together.