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I really appreciate everyone who took the Life Is Just Better When I’m Quilting Womens Ugly Sweater to message me. After reading your comments, I really thought long and hard about my boyfriend’s family and whether or not I wanted to be with a partner who wouldn’t respect my boundaries. We got in one final fight when he nagged me to apologize to his brothers all separately. I told him that if he wore the sweater they bought me to our Friendsmas party (about 15-20 attendees) then I’d apologize. He immediately freaked and said “no”, and tried to argue they wouldn’t understand because it’s not their tradition. I explained that it had nothing to do with “tradition” but rather with my personal comfort level and whether or not the sweater was an appropriate article of clothing. I asked him why he felt uncomfortable wearing the sweater in front of friends, and he refused to answer. He froze up and that’s when I realized it wasn’t going to work out. He knew that it was inappropriate and he, himself, refused to wear it in public. Yet he was too stubborn to apologize and be on my side. I told him it wasn’t going to work out, so I guess I’m going into the new year single as a pringle. A few friends found out about the break up already, and this might have made me an AH now, but I sent them the photo of the sweater and explained what happened. I’m also glad to know that even people IRL were grossed out. I don’t know what will happen with his friendships with those people, but it’s none of my business at this point.

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He scrambled over the Life Is Just Better When I’m Quilting Womens Ugly Sweater me and crawled almost into my lap, inches from my face, raving in incoherent jibbers and screeches. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I stood up and tried to go back to loading the sled, but Hank was jumping and skirting around to stay in front of me no matter where I turned. My ears started pounding, I couldn’t juke him. I screamed “FUCK” as I slammed a piece of firewood into the snow, feeling tears well up in my eyes, I could see my outburst brought a maniacal, victorious grin to his face. I left the sled and jogged back inside. Sasha had watched it from the living room, and hugged me as soon as I got back in, giving me an almost motherly ‘you did your best’ empathetic look. I was furious, embarrassed, exhausted, but couldn’t even bring myself to express emotion. I just stood there, blank faced, feeling beaten and paralyzed. “I’m gonna try” she said. “We need the firewood and we aren’t going out at night to get it, I don’t care if they try to scare me.” She insisted, got her gloves and coat on, put on her “Shayla,” gave me a smile and a thumbs up, and went out, Dash trotting ahead of her. I put my hands on the sill of the living room window and watched. Hank, Pete, and Buck were all in the yard, watching her walk down the path we’d shoveled from the front porch to the gate. I thought for a second they were about to jump at her and scream, but they looked… at each other, like, they were communicating… Then, they just turned their icy, violent gaze back on me, staying where they were. What the hell? Sash went through the front gate, and that’s when I saw Creeps. He was behind the truck, over Sasha’s left shoulder as she turned up to the wood shed, staring at her with a brutal, viscous hatred. He glanced over at me briefly, gave me a murderous grin, then started in behind her in a fast walk. Felt like my stomach ripped itself into a figure eight. I jumped for the front door, tore it open, inhaled to scream a warning at her, but it caught in my throat when Bridger appeared.

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An Instagram stylist I follow frame it nicely: a Life Is Just Better When I’m Quilting Womens Ugly Sweater have an Aspirational wardrobe and a Practical wardrobe, and as our lives become more busy and stressed, we allow how many percentage of what we wear is Practical vs. Aspirational. Aspirational wardrobe contains unique and trendy pieces that are styled immaculately by flexing our creativity muscle. Practical wardrobe are formulated outfits free of extra elements used for when our focus is on somewhere else. My Practical wardrobe can be a frumpy. I throw on a top and a bottom to blend in and go about in life. What my style (comfort) imprints are the fit and materials. In summer, my wardrobe contains mostly white tops in cotton or linen, and simple pants or floral skirts in lightweight fabric. Roughly 20% of those are considered interesting pieces giving outfits a stylish flair. But here is a thing: What one woman considers a stylish outfit is another woman’s definition of “frumpy” One time, I went to the mall with the intention of spending hours shopping for home goods. I wore my Levi’s ribcage jeans with a unisex Uniqlo U crewneck white T-shirt, a cute pair of chunky sneakers, simple jewelry and a dainty non descript cross shoulder bags. It was early summer that day, and I was loving the simplicity of my Practical errand outfits. I wear my lovely fragrance Timbuktu and no make-up. As I was browsing, an incredibly well-styled and lavishly looking (Indian) lady approached me and asked if I could help show her some items. She thought I was a staff I always thought about it, as it was not an isolated occasion. It could be a cultural thing: I was underdressed for the mall, and outside of my stereotypes (late 30s South East Asian lady, single, no escort). But I don’t find the experience offensive. Would I change the outfit: white tee and blue jeans for a more stylish choice? No, the point is being Practical. It was a long, tiring day of walking, gawking, trying on, and hauling at one of the biggest malls-slash-themeparks in the West Coast. I looked the same exiting the mall as I had entered there. About “Dated” pieces, I have no comments. I have lots of dresses and blazers from the 70s and 80s Era with shoulder pads. You know, those items that bring divided attentions and criticisms.  But they are my Aspirational pieces. When I wear them, I feel like I adopt a different persona: emboldened in my actions and choices as my outfit commands attention. If I’m not comfortable styling them, then I shouldn’t have bought them in the first place.