Word I Wish I’d Written: Sweaters

It really was an awful garment, that pullover. It had a queasy zigzag pattern, in many strange, unhappy colors. It looked like something knitted as a present by a colorblind aunt, the sort of thing you wouldn’t dare throw away in case the garbage collectors laughed at you and kicked your trash cans over.

— Terry Pratchett, Thud!

Now that’s an awful sweater!