There are gifts to be bought; cards to be sent; cookies to bake; and I must have an ugly Christmas sweater!
Yep, it’s official. Today is National Ugly Christmas Sweater Day!
Fifteen years ago, I bought the perfect ugly sweater, although at the time I thought it was the perfect holiday sweater. Hey, don’t judge me! I could be your grandmother, your mother, your aunt, your sister – even you.
Here’s how it went down the day I caved in to the fashion police and gave up my vintage ugly Christmas sweater.
“What?” I shot back, checking out my new purchase in the mirror.
“You don’t teach elementary school, Mom!”
“I am a teacher,” I added defensively.
“It looks like something Grandma would wear.”
I did a three-sixty in front of the mirror, scrutinizing my appearance with fresh eyes.
“Really,” I queried, feeling the holiday magic slipping away.
“I swear Grandma made me one just like that when I was in elementary school.”
“I don’t remember . . . “
“Trust me, Mom,” my daughter interrupted. “Take it back. You’ll thank me later.”
Thanks, but no thanks, dear. That sweater was vintage Talbot, made of the finest acrylic money could buy. It cost considerably more than today's $35 price tag, too, if price is any indication of style.
But before I go, let's not forget my Fun Fotos. Yes, it has been ages. Yes, I’ve been remiss. But I’M BACK, with a double dose of Fun Fotos. Some need no commentary.
Jimmy and I logged close to 2,500 miles driving in the last two months while playing good samaritan. There's quite a bit of personality on America's highways and byways. See what you think.