katharine hearts argyle part 28

i’ve mentioned in the past that i could go two weeks wearing argyle and not repeat myself. after taking photo documentation of all my argyle sweaters, knits, and t-shirts, i’ve found that i could go just over three weeks (reserving weekends for pajamas) without repeating an argyle.  so as not to overwhelm those who must see me everyday, i limit my argyling to once a week or so.

as a joke for a recent class, i mocked up a potential magazine cover:

katharine has food obsessions

i am a natural born pessimist and very little in life actually delights me. aside from my partner/boyfriend/housemate/fella, our cats, and argyle, food is my escape from disappointment and stress. anyone in my trapezoid of friends knows that i’m prone to designating certain foods as my best friends. this probably upsets those humans who believe they should hold that status. since the Big Move, i’ve lost touch with most of my food friends. peppermint ice cream eludes me in the winter holidays, there are no Sweet Tomatoes or Mimi’s Cafes in the vicinity to satisfy muffin/lava cake/bread pudding cravings. and i haven’t been able to find Ben & Jerry’s Oatmeal Cookie Chunk in almost two years. i have found reasonable substitutes but it’s just not the same. my mouth is lonely.

i am intrigued by this Krispy Kreme bread pudding, but it would surely send me straight into a diabetic coma. well, i could use the rest.