It’s officially getting colder outside, so you know what that means…
I can wear my Fourth Doctor scarf.
(like a supermodel)

(Can you imagine an actual editorial filled with Who-inspired fashion…cause I can. In my dreams.)

I can wear my Fourth Doctor scarf.
(like a supermodel)

(Can you imagine an actual editorial filled with Who-inspired fashion…cause I can. In my dreams.)

Just got back from the screening of The Robots of Death, a classic Fourth Doctor serial, in Cambridge…and I wore my Tom Baker scarf, of course.
I get compliments on the scarf often from people on campus, from two very distinct kinds of people:
The first kind are fellow Doctor Who fans, naturally…
…and the second kind are the hipsters who make up the majority of my school. They squint through their black over-sized frames, wrap their enormous sweaters around their thin shoulders, and say “Cool scarf, man,” while thinking that unnecessarily long striped scarves are the most ironic fashion to hit the scene yet.
Not this grandma, my other grandma, the one who is currently knitting me a Fourth Doctor scarf (or at least something similar to it, cause she kind of messed up the orangey color and the beigey one. But that’s alright, cause she’s gonna fix it from this point on, and it’s the thought that counts in all honesty, and I love her for that.)
ANYWAY:
We watched The Doctor’s Wife on BBC America while she was knitting The Scarf. Awesome.