Only All the Time
Although I don’t own any cardigans, I have a few lovely ponchos that make me feel the same way. Unfortunately, there’s no beachfront porch where I can sink into the part, but I may pretend and mourn for five minutes before someone in my family asks what I’m doing.
I can’t tell them the truth, so I always cover it up with an “Oh! I’m looking for my glasses!” Have you seen my glasses? Are they on my head? Ah, that explains everything. They’re usually too preoccupied with my forgetfulness to press the situation and point out that I wasn’t searching for anything in particular.