Freckles! But creepy eyes.

Not as creepy as Barbie.

Short sleeve sweaters is a thing I don't understand. If I'm cold enough to wear a sweater, my arms are cold too.

I have a vintage short sleeve cashmere sweater, so I guess my answer would be late fall (or early winter for the Californians), when it's cold enough that sleeves are warranted and scarves can be worn for fashion without creating heat rash, but actual warmth is not required. Tank top turtlenecks, on the other hand, are an abomination.

My DH just recently bought a jacket only to discover that it had a zippered inner sweater dickie . We both were like buh?!? Is this a thing? So we returned it.

Coming in late to say congrats to Sheryl and Gary! You will be marvelous parents to a lucky baby.

and YAY NEW BUFFISTA SPROG!!!

A friend of mine had a bad week. I'll bet you can tell his nationality. ==================================================
My Week
We have a machine that doesn’t do anything in our hallway, and the night before my last lecture it stopped working. When it’s working it does nothing so quietly you wouldn’t know it was there, but when something’s wrong with it, it signals its distress with a continual squeak, best heard in the bedroom. Anyway, we blearily coughed up $155 to have it fixed with a new battery the next day and now it is absolutely quiet again. Money well spent.

Yesterday we went to the post-office and [Redacted] had her purse nicked. She hardly had time to cancel all her cards before some lovely policemen returned it. Turns out post offices, like nearly everywhere else, have CCTV. CCTV clearly doesn’t stop crime, but it does help double the pain. [Redacted] has no credit cards for five to ten working days and some hapless tea-leaf out there has had to watch her hastily concocted cover story undone, in high resolution and to the last detail, on one of the tablets our sterling constabulary carry around with them in case of just such gratifying occasions.

Did give my last lecture on Wednesday, but The Squeakatron had left me too tired to celebrate. I’d celebrate today, with beer, horse-racing and demotic argot, but I do that every Saturday, so the celebration’ll have to wait.

We have our last baby class this morning, followed by a tour of the maternity ward of the hospital.

Short sleeved cardigan: covering my upper arms and/or bra straps in certain summer dresses.

Short sleeved cardigan: covering my upper arms and/or bra straps in certain summer dresses.

Same. And I'll be so glad when/if they start putting short sleeves back on summer dresses. Throw in pockets, washability, and a flattering cut and I'll buy one in every color.

Short sleeved cardigan: covering my upper arms and/or bra straps in certain summer dresses.

Oh, absolutely. Sleeveless is never happening. But I was looking at a cute sweater dress with pockets that I would've bought in a trice except - short sleeves. Not even elbow length. Doesn't cover the upper arms, doesn't provide warmth, makes the otherwise-perfect dress something I'd never wear.

But it's just as well, because it kept me from spending money I don't really have to spend. Must stop buying clothes. And shoes.

I decided the world can just deal with my floppy upper arms.

Pockets, now. That's the only downside of my favorite traveling dress--now owned in bright red, though they were out of the black--is that there are no pockets.