the glenmuir negative.

Any of you super cool kids that still use film cameras will be aware of negative film. To me, this sweater looks like the developed negative photograph of what the sweater was supposed to look like. 

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I have absolutely no idea why they thought this colour scheme was a good idea. I can only imagine it was a mistake; some computer-illiterate partially-sighted plane crash survivor deciding in a state of morphine-induced delirium to create a golf sweater, sending off a rushed design to his slightly-less-computer-illiterate nephew who then reproduces his uncle's shit-but-not-that-shit-for-a-partially-sighted-man-crippled-in-a-plane-crash drawing in MS paint, only to then mistakenly invert the colour of the finished design just before sending it off via fax to the manufacturer. And by manufacturer I mean a third computer-illiterate mollusc-man who lives in a shed and produces z-grade dead-people-clothing with a bloodied needle and thread - the bloodied needle being a repurposed tooth pick and the thread being his own unmaintained pubic hair.

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What the fuck am I talking about. I've had too much to drink. Someone remind me to rewrite this. The sweater is shit.