Hallmark Christmas Movies Watching Shirt Ugly Sweater Party

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It didn’t. Around 2am that night, I was torn out of a Hallmark Christmas Movies Watching Shirt Ugly Sweater Party I can’t remember, sitting straight up in bed, as an ear-splitting scream came from outside the bedroom window above our bed. It was an inhuman, beastly wail. I turned around, got on my knees, and pulled the thick drape to the side to look out. I only moved it 3-4 inches then thrashed away from the window, almost falling off the bed, letting out a scream of my own. When I pulled back the drape, I’d seen Creeps and Pete had their foreheads pressed into the frost-sheened glass of the window, smiling at me with teeth barred, and malicious, deranged hatred in their eyes. It was so horribly shocking in my exhausted state I’d slammed my hand into the headboard of the bed as I closed the drape and launched away from the window, shouting obscenities in rage, fear and embarrassment. Sasha woke into a terrified daze – “what Harry, what!?” We just sat there holding each other, curled up at the foot of our bed, our own fucking bed, as the ghosts giggled and shrieked outside the window, some were right outside, some were off in the pasture. One ran along the roof squealing for hours. That might’ve been my lowest point thus far… I’d started shaking in dread, exhaustion, and rage. I hated them, I was glad I’d killed them. We pushed the bed to the other side of the room, checked the candles, and I half-napped in a lucid state till sunrise. New Years Day, Wednesday, day 12 of this bullshit, and the last day of our strange, home-bound, demonic “vacation.” I was more exhausted than I’d been in years, emotionally and physically. Sasha was tired too, but trying to be upbeat. After breakfast, I went out to load up a sled of firewood. I was about halfway done, when Hank suddenly rose up from behind the firewood stack. It terrified me more than any of their other daylight efforts thus far. He rose up slowly, mouth wide open, eyes rolled back, screaming like he was hurt; a panicky, desperate shrieking like he was being eaten alive. It shocked me so bad I stumbled backwards and landed on my ass in the snow.

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I think it’s very easy to fall into the Hallmark Christmas Movies Watching Shirt Ugly Sweater Party of calling out styles that don’t work on yourself as frumpy generally. OP’s examples of prints, and delicate details, and muted colours work really well for me, and to move away from that would look frumpy on me. A print too big, a colour too loud, if something is wearing me instead of me wearing it… I agree with you that frump is very much an absence, a lack of care for your own presentation being fashionable. I notice older women near me wanting to look nice but not knowing how somehow, and it isn’t that they look dated, it’s that they look uncomfortable or that they are trying to draw attention away from an aspect of their appearance that they are not hppy with. I feel it’s dangerously close to being judgemental of people for holding other priorities to say someone is presenting frumpily. Not cool. Not everyone is interested in fashion. Conversely, when people honestly give no shits, that can elevate frump into cool. It’s a big style horseshoe. So far uncool it’s cool again.