On the fourth day of Christmas Sweaters,
Santa gave to me--
A sequin self-portrait:
|...12 knit poinsettias...|
|...and a white, sequined icicle frieze!|
So, I love this sweater. Who could resist a sequined Santa tossing sequined snow? He even has pearlescent sequins for cheeks. I'll probably reinforce some of the sequins before wearing him again, as he's showing a little bit of wear, but I still put this in the top three most adorable Christmas sweaters I own. (Stay tuned for the others!)
|I do like to think that, were Santa to render himself artistically, it'd be with sequins.|
I know it's a little nuts to have so many Christmas sweaters--I got a Pinteresque interrogation at a birthday party about why I'd want so many, how would I store them, isn't it impractical?, etc.--but I think I started collecting them because, as you get older, it gets a little harder to hold onto the Christmas spirit, particularly if the holidays mean your work load actually increases, as mine does. As a kid, excitement about the season is a given, and so is that feeling of magic, but with the passing years I've found it gets harder to conjure it. I listen to Bing Crosby, Dean Martin, and *NSync (seriously check out *NSync's Christmas album, it's the best thing about the late 90s), I deck the halls, I shop for gifts. But for some reason, the thing that really gets me excited is the combination of Holiday + Sequin + Vintage. Actually, now that I write it out, I shouldn't be remotely surprised! They're funny, they're self-referential, and they capture the whimsy of the holidays that I miss from childhood. So. That's why I'd want so many, I'll store them with lavender, and yes, it's wonderfully, beautifully impractical.