The Original Red Jumper

My love for jumpers started one fall day in Ann Arbor.  I was on a walk and found this comely red corduroy jumper in a cardboard box outside someone's house.  I took it home with me and have loved it and cared for it ever since.  I wore it in its original form for a while, but it was so long I couldn't take very big steps and I felt like a mennonite every time I left the house.  Not necessarily a bad thing, and it, of course, comes with the jumper territory. But still, in the interest of stretching my legs, I decided to cut about a foot from the skirt (which became the makeshift neckwear in this photo.)