Snoody

Sweater: Anthropologie Outdoor Cafe Cardigan

Tee and Leggings: Old Navy

Scarf: Anthropologie Chunky Paisley Loop

Boots: Frye Paige Tall Riding Boots

"Hiding behind my scarf, I'm making rude comments to myself, playing that I'm Mr. Invisible. Nobody sees me, leaning there saying, saying, I'm just another voice in an ocean of voices. Thankful." - Of Montreal

I ordered this loop scarf from Anthropologie a couple of weeks ago after seeing it online and falling in love with the colorful pattern. I was pretty surprised when I received it and took a look at it's massive size. This sucker is huge! I would put it more in the snood category rather than the scarf one. I mean, you could totally wear this as a hood and scarf at the same time. Hell, there's enough fabric there to wear it as a dress. I guess I should have paid more attention to the name. It does say "Chunky" Paisley Loop. Anyway, I wasn't real sure about the chunkiness factor and thought about returning it, but a little incident occurred that shed some light on the advantages of owning a snood.

Ok, so, I'm just going to put this out here: I have black hairs that grow out of my neck sometimes. Well...ok...pretty much all the time, because it seems like I can always detect a little hint of black speck just under the skin's surface somewhere on my neck. There's about 3 of them that consistently come back in the same places even though I pull them out by the roots every time. And when I say I pull them out by the roots, I mean it. I'm a groomer by nature, and I love the thrill of the chase. In fact, I'm pretty OCD about it. I check my neck every day and if there is even a hint of a hair, I go to town on it with the tweezers. Once I get it out, I inspect it for a least a full minute to check out the length and root size. Also, if any friends or family are around, I make them look at it. I mean, sometimes those things have been growing under the skin for awhile, and what looked like a tiny little hair is really 3 freaking inches long! I need a witness. Strangely, no one is ever as excited about it as I am.

This is all fine and dandy until I get a particularly stubborn hair. There's always one every few months or so. No matter how much I try, I can't get ahold of the damn thing! Instead of doing the smart thing and patiently waiting for the hair to break the skin more, I become obsessed with getting it out right then and there and declare all out war on it. This never ends well. I usually end up with a big 'ole sore on my neck and one stubborn neck hair still firmly in place. Such was the case on this day, and no amount of makeup was hiding the damage. As I scanned my closet looking for something to wear, I felt like a teenager again, looking for something to hide a hickey. My eyes fell on my newest purchase, and I knew it would do the trick. The rest is history.

Gosh, I really hope some of you can relate to this, because I'm starting to feel like a complete freakazoid. If nothing else, I know Mr. George Carlin could relate. He used to do this hilarious skit about picking things off his body and examining them. I guess I'm a bit paranoid, because it seems as if there are very few people who relate to the things I write on here lately. My last post got 1 whole comment, and it's not for lack of views. I average about 2,000 views a day. Don't get me wrong, I'm not trying to win any popularity contests or anything. I think given my content that's abundantly clear. I must admit, though, it's a bit frustrating when you see hundreds of comments on blogs that post just a few sentences or no text at all.  I suppose I do have a tendency to be incredibly long winded. I mean, I just wrote 2 paragraphs about plucking neck hairs. Oh well, I can't be anybody but myself. Whether you lurk, comment, relate, or just hang out to watch the train wreck, thanks for reading.