So - I have nicknamed a sweater I have - The Sweater of Conviction. I really like nick naming things and this sweet little baby blue sweater has been a dear friend to me in recent months.
You see, it's almost summer. And hot. And so I am embracing tank top weather. And sometimes I embrace halter-top weather. And sometimes (perhaps after I've skipped some time in the word in lieu of the gym) I skip the sleeves alltogether and go strapless. But, the sweater of conviction comes with me wherever I go. Because 9 times out of ten I feel convicted that I am showing too much skin and I put it on. Not to say a girl who wears a halter or a tube top is scandalous (lots of girls can pull this look off with beauty and class) - but surely in certain situations - I think it's best to keep a sweater of conviction available to you.
Take for example my recent trip to Chicago. You see, I went to a fancy missions dinner with my friend Josh. Since it was dressy - I chose a black strapless dress. Bad idea. I was one of two girls wearing a strapless dress! But did I have my sweater of conviction? No. I didn't. All I had were my exposed shoulders and some annoyed missionaries.
I am not sure why I really have blogged about my sweater of conviction since now every time someone sees me in my baby blue cardigan they will know the Holy Spirit convicted me into wearing it - but it's what I've been thinking about lately.
Modest is hottest. Right? Right.
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You forgot the part where you started flashing your shoulders at the guy, who works at United Airlines.. you know, to lure him into picking you as his 'plus one' on all the free trips he gets to take.
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