O Holey Night
♫♪ When the weather outside is frightful, sweaters are so delightful. As long as they have some holes. For a touch of ho, when it snows, a little ho. ♫
Or, to channel Bette Midler: ♫ From a distance, this sweater looks demure and green… ♪
♪ But my snow capped mountains…white. ♫♪
Anthropologie green wool sweater ($40-Buffalo Exchange, Albuquerque). It’s a white elephant gift, my little Christmas present to you, this smutty, sing-songy peek at my holey sweater collection. But bear with me, because in the cold season, holey sweaters make a classic, yet warmly provocative, offering. Holes give a sweater needed sex appeal, texture drama and welcome breath of fresh air on those alternately bitter/stuffy winter days.
Er-hem. ♫♪ I’m dreaming of a white Christmas, just like the ones you used to know… ♫♪
♫♪ Where pale skin glistens, and people lean in, to see what’s going on there below. ♫♪
Kenzie wool sweater ($12-thrift store). I know, I know. I’m ruining them for you. Those holiday classics. Well, if that’s what it takes to keep you out of department stores. (Though the core of these clothes are from the extreme sales racks at department stores, back when I shopped only the extreme sales racks at department stores, before I saw the light of thrifting.) Banana Republic tiered velvet skirt ($30? It was a long time ago), Nine West bow-tie pumps ($20, original MSRP $80-from some going-out-of-business department store in Albuquerque).
I know, it’s killing Christmas and all (self-)respect for me too, but I can’t stop. I just can’t stop. ♫♪ Prudolf, the red-topped angel, had a little heart of gold… ♫♪
♫♪ Except when she bent over, then her chest got really bold. ♫♪
Cristina red silk/nylon/angora/lambswool sweater ($3-thrift store).
Er, sorry about all the frivolous desecration of holiday classics. Nevertheless, merriment and/or merry Christmas to each and everyone.
I want to thank Eve and John Hogard, the brilliant and amazing sister and brother-in-law of my man Dan. They sent us a box today. What’s inside stars in the pictures above. Chamomile tea from their garden. Two tins of delicious homemade cookies (I have already eaten more than I care to admit). A lavender wreath in a cigar box. Blizzard Blend whole beans by Roast House in Spokane. Almost all made by their hands, from what surrounds them. What a gift. It makes the season bright.
