Sweater of the Day

Brunei Blogger May Cho of The Mayden in a statement sweater

Perhaps the only times I would ever wear colour is when it comes splattered across knitted oversized sweaters in delightfully whimsical patterns. Squiggles, wiggles, funny scribbles in quaint hearts and zig zagged art, it is not difficult to see this cosmic little number splashing hues across my usual black ensembles more often than I'd like to admit.

Brunei Blogger May Cho of The Mayden in a statement sweater
Brunei Blogger May Cho of The Mayden in a statement sweater

The age of the flannel in my previous post raised a few eyebrows from some of you and I'm here to raise more. Foraged yet again from my mother's wardrobe, this construction of durable yarn was born a good 20 years ago, a souvenir from my mother's college and internship days at one of the coldest parts of West Malaysia, Genting Highlands.

Asked whether or not the sweater has charming stories to tell, my mother laughed and merely said, "It's just a pass on from your mum." 

Brunei Blogger May Cho of The Mayden in a statement sweater
Brunei Blogger May Cho of The Mayden in a statement sweater

Perhaps that would suffice, I thought as I left the room, having asked the question a total of five times. Being one who seeks passionately stories in aged clothes, I was slightly disappointed but just as I believed the sweater's legacy would be left at that, I remembered the several times I've worn this sweater atop Mount Kinabalu during foggy childhood family trips up the tallest mountain in South East Asia.

The colourful piece had been with me on seven hour road trips to good ol' Sarawak, -- butt numb, legs dead, restless as heck -- been with me when I tasted tropical fruits, -- a tangy sourness that filled my taste buds as I bit into mangosteens and langsats -- been with me when I saw, for the first time, stunning mountaintop views as a child at the age of seven -- clouds and skies and endless land.

Brunei Blogger May Cho of The Mayden in a statement sweater

I smiled as I remember the good ol' days of screaming in glee at translucent apparitions that materialised when I exhaled at night; of playing Go Fish in a circle of blood ties into the breaking dawn, yelling and groaning at lost opportunities, grinning and gloating at lucky chances; of the excitement, the leaping heart, the lighted eyes that come when a family road trip was announced.

Ah, to have been a naive, ignorant, happy little child -- what a glorious time it was. More so than it being an easy piece to style on lazy days and lazy nights, the sweater is a reminder of innocence and contentedness, all of which are etched in yellowed hearts and blue checkers, in chunky knits and beige strings.

Brunei Blogger May Cho of The Mayden in a statement sweater
Brunei Blogger May Cho of The Mayden in a statement sweater


For a piece that brought on waves of delightful memories, I decided to splash in more colours. They come in the form of merry, yellow socks -- a trademark of my wardrobe as a pre-teen.

October is drawing to a close real quickly. It is a little domino that will fall as the thirty first slips us by, tipping over other pieces that will cascade grandly to the end of this year, a pretty shitty year, if I were to be honest. I am excited for the year to close though two more months remain obstacles in the path.

How has your year been so far? Do you own any childhood pieces or hand-me-downs?

MAY X

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