Oh, ugly Christmas sweaters. I remember you from the '90s. Mostly you were worn by my teachers and paired with jingle bell earrings and those little ankle socks with the bunny pouf on the back. Today you are mysterious and elusive and extremely difficult to find unless you have a relic from the old days hiding in your closet. I went to no fewer than 10 thrift stores looking for just one of you, but to no avail.
That's because everyone and their mother seemed to have hosted an Ugly Sweater party
this year. Vin and I were two of them.
I never did find my sweater, but it didn't matter because I found this instead.
A floor-length, cherry red, bell-sleeved hostess gown in synthetic velvet. I'm never taking this baby off.
The decor was bright and colorful, just like our moods. We moved our bed to the other side of
the room (ah, New York City!) so we could have an entire table full of cookies in our bedroom.
In the living room, we'd set up a baked potato bar (highly recommend...just stick the
hot potatoes in a crockpot and let people fill 'em themselves!).
The food was fun, but the real highlight of the evening was the photo booth set up in the backyard. I give our friends major credit for braving the cold to delight us with their ugly sweaters and pretty faces. Here are just a few of the many, many pics we snapped that evening!
Merry Christmas from the family. And Happy Hanukkah!!
