Bad Sweater Guy

You look sensational

One wonders how it took the New York Post so long to stumble upon this huge story. But finally the paper found some space to run this most important seasonal tale. Once again, Bad Sweater Guy is called in as the voice of reason to provide his expert commentary. Of course, they left the F. out of his middle name. Nice editing.

The caption that goes with the photo to the left says the woman claims her sweater is a great icebreaker. We don't doubt it. Also good for scraping ice from your windshield on sub-zero mornings.

It's a new blog! In Utah!

The folks at SLC Outsider know a good sweater when they see one. And a good sweater expert.

Bad Sweater in the (Minnesota) Wild

This beauty was spotted by Bad Sweater Guy himself just a few weekends ago at the Metrodome in Minneapolis. It was certainly chilly enough for a sweater, but that doesn't excuse this attack on everyone's sensibilities. We searched in vain to find a discernible pattern or logic to it, but in the end it most closely resembled an old table in the middle of a stripping project gone bad.

Winnipeg, lose a peg

Some people say Ibiza is where all the action's at. Others like Prague. But as this article in the Winnipeg Free Press shows, Winnipeg, Canada, is the place to be during the many long months of winter. Friday's high temperature? Zero. That's the high.

Anyway, Winnipeg (city motto: You know North Dakota? Go Norther!) has a host of bad sweater fans who are more than proud to show off their wares. Some folks in the article claim they invented the concept of bad sweater parties, but oh, the folly of Canadian youth. We just hope they send us some photos of those parties. And frankly, you should do the same.

Cold Affront

Jason from South Florida sends us this terrible sweater that initially made us hungry for a sandwich. He claims that the sweater has green and yellow stripes, but judging by the creepy tendrils, our bets are on another explanation.

But wait -- what's with the rare sweater-shorts combo? Jason explains that it's always hot in Florida, but "when the AC is cranked, you need something more." No, Jason. You need something less.

And where are you working, anyway? A call-in show for shark-bite victims? Shark books to your right, microphone to your left and bad taste all around.

Another reason to live in Chicago

If you're a fan of actual vintage clothing and happen to live in the Chicago area, you need to stop by Ragstock. The place always has lots of cool stuff, and it's a great place to go to give you ideas for your Halloween costume. Actually Ragstock has shops throughout the Midwest, but as far as I know, the Chicago location in Wicker Park is the only one using the awesome poster below to direct foot traffic to the vintage sweater collection. Tell them Bad Sweater Guy sent you.

Coming Out of the Closet

October is National Coming Out Month. So really there's no better time to kick off Bad Sweater Season, that special time of year when all the bad sweaters of the world awake from their midsummer closet hibernation and go on a fashion rampage.

As the weather cools down and the bad sweaters once again make their appearance, please think of us here at BadSweaterGuy.com. Send us photos of your relatives, co-workers -- even yourself -- committing Cosby-worthy fashion crimes. Information about how to find me is on the left.

And remember: Our sweaters are loud and they're proud. Get used to it.

Don't call me a flamer

The latest comic from Worth Gowell.

I know it when I see it

The latest from Worth Gowell.

Where's Your God Now, Charlie Brown? (Part II)

Carrie from San Bernardino (that's her on the left, with "help me" emblazoned across her ... what's that? Oh, sorry, "elephant") writes: "I was so inspired by the website 2 years ago -- we have held 2nd annual Ugly Sweater Days at the office. No wonder suicides go up around the holidays!"
Thanks Carrie! It's Babar on shrooms. You give new meaning to the elephant in the room no one wants to speak to ... er, talk about. And the Red Baron called, he wants his kill sheet back.

Comic Relief

And ... jazz hands!

It's the Mod Squad -- Bad Sweater division. But we have a question. On the right, he's got little Santa Clauses (Clai?) and snowflakes, in the middle it's Monopoly hotels and holly. And she's got some sort of Christmas bouquet vest. But what, pray tell, is that on the left cardigan? An amorphous monkey snowman wrapped in wool? A horrible parallel dimension where bad sweater guy is a simian? You knitted it, didn't you, you maniacs! Damn you! Damn you all to hell!

Submitted by Bonnie, who wishes us a Merry Christmas. Right back at ya -- and thanks for the nightmares.

Everybody in vests

Much like road workers' safety vests, these serve as a warning: It's time to cut off the eggnog.

Yet another Kristen submission. Must be a scary house this time of year.

Only two days til Christmas ...

... and if you haven't gotten anything, might we suggest a calendar, shirt, mug or lovely refrigerator magnet from Bad Sweater Guy's store? No, we can't guarantee holiday delivery. But a nice e-mail with a link here will fill them with such anticipation, they'll fall into a shock coma and not wake up until it arrives. Really. We've seen it happen. Happy Holidays.

This is not for your eyes

"The box. You opened it. We came."

Yet another Kirsten submission. The lady is prolific (or twisted)