The other day N mentioned he was culling some old sweaters and asked if I wanted any – of course I did (all of them). And to my surprise, he had a swants-able one in the pile – a forgotten cosy but quite misshapen semi-felted/fulled thrift store find from a few years ago.
I immediately began to cut and sew.
I didn’t follow the official swants tutorial because I wanted to make some interesting shapes with the pattern, and the shoulder seams already conformed to my hips.
And then I impatiently set off for the beach, not quite accepting the fact that you can’t really shoot your own trousers while wearing them.
I love the beach in winter. I love the emptiness and sometimes the ugliness. I love that the surf washes away the ice and snow and sloggy sh*t that prevents you from walking normally and safely on an inland path or sidewalk.
And when I’m at a wintertime beach in a semi-urban area, I can never stop Morrissey’s Everyday is Like Sunday from playing in my head…
So while the day was chilly, but the sun warm, I filled up a thermos, packed up my ass pad and some knitting* and hit a favorite spot while it was at its most opposite of a smooth summery romping ground.
One of those rusty pipes helped hold the camera, but all of my swants photos are shite.
But the swants aren’t – I love them!
Mine are more knickers though – swickers.
The color is truest here – they are cranberry and maroon. The front has a somewhat provocative triangular point – though how sexy can sweater pants really be?
And the back has a squared-off shape not unlike old-timey ass flaps on union suits.
I practically had the beach to myself, but the boardwalk was busy with those just waking up from cabin fever and those who have jolly thick-coated dogs (who must suffer through the hot summers). But no one bothered me – there’s usually a small motley band of panhandlers and nutters who think being unwashed and under various chemical influences is appealing to a woman – but the swants proved an effective repellant!
Perhaps my new cock socks** helped too…
Now I look like the nut-job.
Maybe on a colder day I’d wear these under my swirt…
Now I can’t get everyday is like swants day to the tune of the above out of my head…
*Yeah, still a little too chilly for outdoor knitting – but it was a good place to take photos of it too – coming soon.
**Smartwool, a gift from N. I told him I didn’t need anymore socks, he told me I needed these. He was right. In the few seconds Morrissey leaves my head, cock socks on the rocks repeated chant-like over and over comes in…
2 responses to “Come armageddon, for everyday is like swants day”
love your swants and the word swants.
Thank you! And they’re just the thing you need too in your unheated winters… maybe it’s time for another trip to the sweater factory!