Glamour Girl
Glamour Girl was having a lovely lunch the other day at a restaurant in her beloved old stomping ground of Annapolis, with an equally beloved tutor from her St. John’s student days, whom she hadn’t seen in years. The food was fresh, the wine was flowing, the conversation was scintillating.
And then, an unspeakable horror. Nay, several unspeakable horrors. Half a dozen of them, truth be told.
For at the next table, amid the shrimp salad, wild greens, seared scallops, and holiday conviviality, the women (all of a certain age) were wearing some version of this:
All of them.
Now, before you accuse me of being a Scrooge, let me say that I love this time of year. I love the music. I love the smell of pine. I love the wreaths, the wrapping paper, the ribbons. I decorate to the hilt. And I wish all and sundry a “Merry Christmas.”
But I shudder in horror at these appalling seasonal sweaters. On a child, I get it. But on a grown woman??
Wearing pumpkin-embroidered sweaters for Thanksgiving, heart-studded sweaters for Valentine’s Day, Caspar-the-Friendly-Ghost sweaters for Halloween (okay, I haven’t seen that one), or any of those seasonal bobbly earrings—I mean, what is the appeal?
And, spare me, even for men:
Just Google “Christmas sweater.” Go on. I dare you. Up will come pages of them, thousands, millions, and one of the first hits will be an entire page from eBay where sellers have slugged their auctions as “Ugly Christmas Sweater.” I kid you not. This is their title, not mine. Obviously, it draws customers, or they wouldn’t be using it.
Consider this another episode in the continuing series, *“Will Hideosities Never Cease?” Alas, I fear we will have many contenders in the days to come.
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