Comfy, Soft.....But Not Practical
Sherbert loved autumn. The crisp air, the golden leaves fluttering down from the trees, and the earthy scent of the season always filled him with a quiet joy. This year, he had something new to look forward to. It was a sweater, hand-stitched with care and adorned with patterns of autumn leaves. The moment Sherbert laid eyes on it, he wanted it, no, needed it.
The sweater was a deep, warm brown, similar to that of the bark trees. The material was soft, a mix of wool and something lighter that made it feel like a gentle hug. But what truly caught Sherbert’s attention were the sleeves. They were long, too long, in fact, and covered in a whole bunch of fall leaves, each one embroidered with vibrant threads of gold, orange, and crimson red. The leaves swirled in a beautiful pattern from the cuff of the sleeves up to the shoulders, as though a gentle autumn breeze had caught them and carried them across the fabric.
It was a beautiful sweater, the kind of garment that would make anyone feel warm and safe. But there was one small problem, one we all probably know too well from earlier: it was far too big for Sherbert.
He wasn’t a particularly large Stelciar to begin with, and his stumpy paws made matters worse when trying to navigate oversized clothing. But he loved the sweater too much to care about the fit. The moment he put it on, the soft material enveloped him, the sleeves hanging well past his paws, dragging on the floor with every step.
Sherbert gave a little twirl in front of the mirror, admiring the way the embroidered leaves caught the light. The colours had a faint bit of a shimmer to them, making them look like they glowed under certain lights, and he felt like he was wearing a piece of the forest itself. His bow that he wore around his neck almost religiously, was tucked neatly into the high, cozy collar of the sweater, making his head look a bit rounder than usual. He smiled at his reflection, his eyes bright with happiness.
But as he took a step forward, disaster struck.
The sweater’s oversized sleeves, while beautiful, were a hazard for someone with Sherbert’s short legs and tiny paws. His right paw got tangled in the fabric, and before he could react, he stumbled. With a yelp of surprise, Sherbert tumbled forward, landing in a heap of wool on the floor.
For a moment, he just lay there, his face buried in the soft folds of the sweater. Then, slowly, he pushed himself up, his cheeks burning with embarrassment, even though no one had seen him fall. The sweater, it seemed, had a mind of its own, and walking in it was going to be more of a challenge than he had thought.
Not wanting to feel like the sweater had bested him, Sherbert tried again. This time, he took smaller, more cautious steps, lifting his paws high as if navigating through deep snow. The sweater swayed around him. But once again, the long sleeves betrayed him. As he turned a corner, the left sleeve snagged on the leg of a nearby chair, and Sherbert found himself face first on the floor once more, the sweater bunched up around him like a nest of fabric.
He let out a small huff, sitting up and pushing the sleeves out of his face. The embroidered leaves, which had looked so elegant a moment ago, were now slightly rumpled, and Sherbert couldn’t help but chuckle at the absurdity of it all. Here he was, completely undone by a sweater that was too big for him.
Still, there was something undeniably endearing about the whole situation. Despite the tripping, the falling, and the constant tangling of his paws in the oversized sleeves, Sherbert couldn’t help but feel a sense of warmth and comfort. The sweater, though far from practical, was so very, very comfy, and clearly made with love as it was so detailed.
After a few more clumsy attempts at walking, Sherbert finally gave in to the reality that the sweater was best enjoyed while sitting still. He curled up in his favorite chair by the window, pulling his legs up into the sweater so that he was completely cocooned in its warmth. The leaves embroidered on the sleeves shimmered in the afternoon light, and outside, the real autumn leaves swirled and danced in the wind.
Sherbert watched them through the window, feeling happy and content. The sweater may have been too big, and it may have caused him more than a few stumbles, but it was perfect in its own way.
And so, Sherbert decided that the next time he wore the sweater, he wouldn’t bother trying to walk in it. He would simply sit, wrapped up in the cozy embrace of autumn, and let the world pass by for a while. After all, who needs to do anything when you’re cocooned in a soft and comfortable sweater?
I really want a sweater like this, I'm very jealous of Sherbert
Submitted By Mewwsic
for Autumn Seasonal Style
Submitted: 1 month ago ・
Last Updated: 1 month ago