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Last night’s episode of The Bachelorette was simultaneously exciting (it was the first time ever that a Bachelor/ette was allowed to trade in her final rose for two final roses, and thereby didn't have to send anyone home during the rose ceremony) and excruciatingly boring, save for the two minutes in which
Jim from The Office Derek weeps in the taxi home to the tune of "Don’t Cry For Me Argentina."
But last night was important to me personally, because it was the episode where I realized I was so much more attracted to JoJo’s wardrobe than to any of the eight remaining men. In the second scene, she’s wearing an absolutely enormous and perfectly slouchy cream-colored sweater, a sweater that appears far more warm, cuddly, and emotionally supportive than James Taylor’s crunchy curls or Chase’s blank stares.
Here is that sweater walking around Buenos Aires:
And here is that sweater deflecting a highly awkward kiss attempt from Wells:
Tragically, however, Bachelorette stylist Cary Fetman’s only hint as to where to purchase said sweater is that is came from an unnamed "Houston boutique."
Good people of Houston, now is your chance to come forth. Tell me where to buy this sweater so that I can make it through the rest of this cold, Chad-less season.