Say what you will about the dogma behind it – I really $&*$ love Christmas. No matter what you believe, having a huge-ass celebration during the darkest time of the year can’t not be good for you. The ancient pagans knew what’s up. Crit-failing at serotonin production? Make your own, via light-up trees and garish sweaters.
My ugliest sweater, worn with unironic pride.
Fortunately, I don’t have to rely overmuch on color lately. My life is knit with other joys. It’s been over six months since I left college, and I’m actually starting to make something of myself. I’ve settled into my “jill of all trades” status, and I’m seeing success on a few different fronts. My Prague Revue column is up and humming along. My poem “wherein we luminesce” is currently enjoying the front page of Cowbird. Later this month, my short story “How to Leave a Cult” will be published on elephantjournal.com. And I spent much of today revamping my Model Mayhem account and creating a Facebook page for my modeling persona, now known as Gloria Mundi. There’s so much in my head – so many dark, glitzy, gritty nascent explosions – and I need as many media as I can possibly find.
Also, I would like to start going to church. Any church – I’m not married to any dogma or other. I just enjoy being in the presence of people who believe in something with their whole selves. I guess I’m religious by proxy. I’m drawn to all faiths, regardless of my personal opinions on their doctrine. I’m not in school anymore, but I loved being a religion major, and I’d like to carry that into my post-college life.
And I’m doing it all while dressed like a goddamn sideshow act.
Dress: Old Gold Hat & Sweater: Gifted Coat: Savers Belt & Tights: Goodwill Shoes: Danform Pin: Battery Street Jeans
Say what you will about bitter cold and hauling firewood at 2:30 in the morning – rural Vermont winters are, if nothing else, aesthetically magical. And my parents’ house is nothing if not the absolute best place to curl up and wait for Christmas.
I took photos on the front porch today, carefully shielding my laptop against the occasional gust of snow.
We got our Christmas tree three days ago and have yet to bring it in the house.
This sweater belongs to my friend Cassie, who left it behind when she came over recently. I swear I fully plan on returning it. It was just the perfect complement to today’s backdrop.
Every time I go home, my mom bestows hand-me-downs upon me. This time, it was these boots.
Frosted driveway. I love snow without wind: it all settles in the trees.
Porch roof, unlit Christmas lights, and a view of the evergreens across the street. My bedroom window is directly opposite them.
The gold nails were an experiment. I’m not sure how well it went. I do, however, love the blue, so there’s definitely hope for me introducing colors other than red into my wardrobe.
This pose brought to you courtesy of Nadia Aboulhosn.
These are going to be a staple. I can tell.
It’s not a hymn, but here’s my favorite song for today:
I might dress like I’m sophisticated, but I grew up in a town of 1,800 people, and I’m way too easily impressed by things like wireless internet, hands-free phones, and indoor plumbing. I’m also the kind of person who walks into doorjambs and knocks her glasses off. It’s a contrast my friends and family do not let me live down.
If you’ve ever wondered what I’m like in person, this is a pretty good indication:
The ugliest sweater known to Sartoria. I’m madly in love with it. I’m not even wearing it ironically.
I’d wanted a really hideous sweater for about a year, and my mom got me this one on a business trip over Thanksgiving break. I’ve been waiting for the perfect time to blog it.
Dorky sweaters call for dorky poses.
My mock trial team had an “ugly sweater” party tonight, and I think I won the party. I’ll post the pic of my team as soon as my captain uploads it.
I feel really pretty today, because I am so happy to be wearing this sweater and it shows in my face.
I’m in the holiday spirit from head to toe. I feel like a Scandinavian child.
This time of year is bliss for someone who loves classical music as much as I do. This has been on repeat for the past hour.
Also, happy Hanukkah! My Jewish boyfriend tried to teach me how to say it in Hebrew, and I promptly forgot. I kind of suck at languages that aren’t Latin.
UPDATE 12/11: Here’s my mock trial team (the ones who remembered to dress up, anyway) in all our finery!