Another twist on eighties mania...the return of the "frump sweater"...ie an over-sized and rather shapeless pieces of knitwear that gives absolutely no indication as to the underlying shape of the wearer. As I type this I realize that it may be coming across that I dislike the frump sweater..."au contraire, as the man said on the Bay of Biscay when they'd asked him if he'd dined" (sorry, that's one of my favorite lines from one of my vintage mystery novels...I'm sure it was riotously funny in 1930 but is probably lacking a certain something now)...I'm actually a huge fan of the f.s. (and have a cupboard full of vintage f.s.' to prove it)...I'm just happily surprised by the re-emergence of cozy, cocooned comfort over sex appeal.

Now that the cold weather has arrived I've already started pulling out my frumps from their summer resting place...how about you, will you be frumpin' this Fall?