That's the only term I have for them, and I am miserably wearing one right now because it is FREEZING in here. There are weekly tribal wars over the library thermostat as larger persons are extremely warm, while smaller persons become frostbite sufferers. I hear weekly "Well I can't take any more clothes OFF" and have to hold back a retort of "well I'm not going to gain FIFTY POUNDS just to be comfortable in my workplace!!!"
Thusly, I am subjected to The Librarian Sweater...today it's a soft cashmere lavender Ann Taylor, but I still feel bulky, ancient (difficult at 24), and unattractive. At least I don't have tissues stuffed up the sleeves and cough drops in the pockets.
Speaking of large...and this is going to be snarky so I apologize...A woman came in today with her 5 day old baby, and A) I hadn't known she was even pregnant she is so large and B) she somehow doesn't look any smaller. And yet, it is her baby. Really now, that is the point where it has become too much. I should know because I have had to squeeze around her in aisles when pulling books. When she backed up, I felt like the heroes of Star Wars when they were being squashed in the Death Star trash compactor.
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