I Know Him Ugly Christmas Sweater

So after much fighting, a lot of I Know Him Ugly Christmas Sweater, crying, threatening to pull money (which is funny because she contributed nothing), MIL lost. The boot was firmly placed, and nothing was moving it. Hoopa yes, catholic priest no. Things got stupid quiet, my friend texts me the night before the wedding that she has a bad feeling. I tell her it’s probably just nerves, she is getting married and this is a big deal! Oh how wrong I was. We all show up, get our hair and makeup done. Slip into our bridesmaid dresses and hang out waiting for the bride to be finished with her hair. She makes a comment saying she hadn’t seen MIL all day and that she skipped her hair and makeup appointment. We all side eyed each other, took a few sips of wine and hoped the eerie feeling would go away. 30 minutes later as we are helping the bride into her dress; guess who shows up. If you guessed MIL, you win a cookie! Flushed from coming up the stairs, (she is not a light woman) in full hair and makeup…and a white dress. Not ivory, not cream, full snow-fucking-white. The dress was clearly a wedding dress; it was even from David’s Bridal (which she would later shout at me). Floor length satin with a sweet heart beaded top, a bit of a train and off white lace on the bottom. The dress was even tailored to her, this has been a long con she has orchestrated.

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They did. At sunset, Sasha and I sat on the back porch wrapped in a big wool blanket sharing a I Know Him Ugly Christmas Sweater. Dan, Lucy and Joe sat next to us, Dash trotting around the group, panhandling for head pats. Sash, Dan and Lucy had been speechless for 5 full minutes since it started, just laughing while looking between me and the shed in disbelief. They couldn’t see it, but we could all feel it. Joe shared our happiness, but didn’t seem as surprised. He looked over at me and nodded slowly, “hope that rage got buried with that hatchet, son.” For the rest of the time the ghosts were here, my only interaction with them was exchanging a respectful nod, even with cranky Creeps. They’d go to the shed together like clockwork throughout the day, and never even think about bothering us. It was peaceful, until they just faded away one night that next week. See, shortly after seeing Creeps cry then blast his blood-wraith death shriek into my face for interrupting him, and then seeing the confused, woeful way Bridger looked, a new coat of lacker got slapped on the way I’d been seein things. I realized I’d had it all way fuckin wrong. I’d missed such a crucial detail. The shapes I sawed out of plywood, painted and mounted on the cabinet door were a star and a crescent moon. I put five rectangles of Sasha’s mom’s rug on the floor of the shed, facing east toward the mountains through the wall I’d removed.

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Great post, I’d love to see more. I’d also like to discuss some of the I Know Him Ugly Christmas Sweater. First off, I’m Gen X, not millennial, so I went through many many jean silhouettes before this. In the early 90s, we mostly wore a basic Mom jean/Seinfeld style. We also wore painter jeans, super wide leg house jeans, and low riding baggy style hip hop jeans. The mid 90s was dominated by bootcut jeans, but flares also gained popularity. I wore literally all of the above, except baggy jeans. I even had a rare pair of skinny jeans that were a throwback to late 70s/early 80s punk style which I wore with Docs. The 2000s were all about the low rise flares, which I loved, until skinny jeans came on the scene – of which I was an early enthusiastic adopter. I literally bought my first pair of skinnies and put all my flares away. Now I’m old, and I’m having trouble adopting new styles, but I’m definitely tired of skinny jeans. I think the problem for me is that I’m very short and bigger than I used to be, so all the new jean silhouettes make me look shapeless. One thing I noticed about the dated photos you shared vs the new ones is that the older ones do look, cuter and more put together to my eye, but they also read as “basic”. The new photos look more contemporary, but there’s almost an anti-fashion sensibility with the frayed hems and boxy silhouettes that I think look ok in the photos pictured but on an older, chubbier person just reads as sloppy and unkempt. Last fall I went out to do some errands in a new pair of mom jeans that I bought pre-frayed, and I was treated poorly by retail staff at a couple different places. I even got free food from a bakery, where I guess I was mistaken for a very poor or homeless person