Action from relaxation

I wear a cardigan. it's true. Sometimes I wear it when I parallel park my car on these congested streets, which is all too frequent. "Good job," my front bumper tells the back bumper.  It is a satisfying moment for the pair.

This is a cardigan sweater I obtained for a very small price, but have wore with very big pride.

There are days I wear the cardigan to walk downtown on a cool afternoon. My 100-percent acrylic mate does a good job averting the cool Puget Sound air. I like that.

While I play Pente, (here is a picture of it) I wear my warm friend. In this game, you have to get five of your marbles in a row. If you don't, you will die!  Ok, not really, but you will, at the very least, lose. I have no way of knowing the other circumstances of a possible death while you play. But, a meteor perhaps?
 
In my gray sweater, I drink a beer.  There was one time I even wore it instead of a bath robe to keep me warm in the morning.  Can you imagine? ... Please don't!

Watching football is much more comfortable with the snug of the gray sweater, just the two of us. Go Packers! He knows he isnt an attractive one, but that is fine.

It works well with jeans and works well with a tie.  Wear it as a second, or even, third layer.  "Thanks buddy," my shivering t-shirt says.

I do believe my cardigan led a life full of neglect prior to finding itself in my hands. I confess that I purchased the cardigan as a mockery to help a Halloween costume several years back, but I have learned, serendipitously, since then. Why would somebody rid themselves of such a delightful, and an even more helpful friend?

Thank you cardigan.