My Holiday Sweater

I tried a social experiment: I wore the same sweater for four days and monitored everyone's reaction.  In the end, no one cared.  It goes to show you that you could stumble into work in yesterday's clothes and I think it would stay largely unnoticed.  Here is my account of that fateful, needs-desperately-to-be-washed-now Christmas jumper.  

Face as a result of being told that the holly leaves seem to lead to my boob.  And the holly berries seem to be placed at the nipple region.  Nice, Bergamo.

Impossible self-portrait in our apartment...I was a bit late and Frank left before he could snap a pic of me.