Put me in the sock category.
My socks are my own quiet way of expressing myself in general, what with giving up the Manic Panic and mohawks and shredded clothing.
But sweaters, Og no. No, no, no.
I have an off-white sweater with pine green trim on the cuffs and neckline, and a small embroidered picture of two snowmen standing in front of a rail fence. If you look closely, you can see a strand of colored lights on the fence. I also have a midnight blue sweatshirt with two appliqued cardinals, some embroidered snowflakes, and the words “Let It Snow” - again, the whole thing is rather small, particularly against the canvas of my rather solid chest. Both were gifts from my mother, and yes, I do wear both, to holiday events mostly. Actually both could pass as generic winter gear in Norway - the strand of lights is easy to overlook, and the words “Let It Snow” aren’t associated with a Christmas song here, so…
I might possibly wear the first linked cardigan under certain circumstances, say on a cabin trip, where colorful sweaters are standard equipment. The second one? I’d rather remove my nipples with a fork :eek:
No.
I have many very stupid knitted hats for wearing on long winter walks however.
The latest addition to the collection is a brown one with tassels and ear-flaps that my husband brought for me from Amsterdam.
No no no. A thousand times no.
Once every couple of years, I remember to wear something vaguely greenish on St. Patrick’s Day. That’s about as far as I go.
I like the first sweater. It is very nice and usable throughout December -February.
The second one should be used as a torture device for Saddam Hussein.
That said, y’know the sweater that Mr. Darcy in Bridget Jones Diary wears the first time he meets Bridget? The Green sweater with a big moosie on it. His mom made it for him…I would wear that in a heart beat. God, I love that sweater. It is cheesy, yet …understated comedy. I’d also wear Colin Firth too.
I, too, love to show my individuality through socks and scarves.
I love scarves because no one really wears them. Not wintery scarves, but silky pretty girly scarves that grannies and oh-so-chic wimmen wear. Me Likes. Alot.
My socks are all crazy. I do this as a survival effort from the Ever Growing Sock Basket Monster that is all whites or blacks in sockage. My favs are Maggie’s Organic Fair Trade Socks that are tie dyed. I have 3 pair and I always always always get compliments on them. (They are superduper soft and oh so funkadelic. ) They look like This and I will get mismatched beauties one day.
The only time I’ve ever done anything like that was on the Fourth of July, I wore a red cotton blouse with a blue and white skirt.
Oh yeah, I wore my romantic black Witch dress for Samhain, but maybe that isn’t quite what you had in mind.
Those colorful holiday sweaters and knit vests just scream “Elementary School Teacher.” As a fifth grade teacher, I have a few holiday vests, but…(bragging, here)…I lost 45 pounds and now I want to wear clothes that show off my new figure. Those sweaters just don’t cut it.
I do like the snowflake sweater in the OP…that’s more of a winter theme, not Christmas.
I am a librarian. It is a professional hazard. One must be very careful to remain strong, because unfortunately librarianship does sneak into your brain and sometimes when you’re really tired and a little drunk and you see an ass-ugly sweater you think, “That one’s not so bad!” That’s when the abyss looks back at you.
No.
I’d never wear either one of those sweaters, although obviously if you held a gun to my head I’d greatly prefer the first one.
I think holiday clothing is generally awful, and best left to the ladies of retirement age.
I should note that I rarely even wear anything patterned, though, much less festive. Chalk it up to being raised by a mother who loved to sew and knit and quilt; I was like a walking fabric store as a kid. And she loved celebrating the holidays on her person, down to the jingle-bell earrings with red velvet bows.
So maybe I’m a little reactionary.
Good God no. Never. Ever.
I do dress up for Halloween, but no Christmas bulb earrings or theme sweaters or the like.
It makes my skin crawl.
VCNJ~
I’m all for festive dressing, although my festive tastes wouldn’t lead me to wear either of those particular sweaters. But hey, I love seeing people who do wear them and obviously enjoy them as part of the holiday season.
ladydisco’s Don We Now Our Gay Apparel party is the best idea I have heard all month, seriously. That’s just inspired.
Oh come ON now. I’d wear the second sweater! It’d be a hoot! I’m odd that way.
But as a rule, no, I never ever wear any holiday-themed clothing. Heck, I don’t even do the decorating of the house - my husband does. I’m pretty anti-holiday. Except for food. It’s all about the food.
When I see those sweaters, I also see the person wearing them sening me e-mail with a feelgood story about sick children, puppies, President Bush and Jesus, imploring me to forward it to 10 of my closest friends.
I wear a santa hat at my work X-mas party.
Those sweaters both need to be…disposed of.
Holiday themed socks are pretty absurd as well; however, I can generally overlook them because they’re sort of hidden under pants (hopefully).
And their homes are decorated in “kountry kitsch”.
With pigs, cows, or geese?
Could be any of them, but there has to be a curio cabinet with a collection of tchotkes that is usually related to the theme of the wallpaper border. If the wallpaper features cows, she’ll have tens, if not hundreds of little cow statuettes, dolls, plushies, and so on. Let’s not forget tissue box and cleaning powder cozies, and at least three lacquer-covered plaques with inspirational sayings like "Hang in there, baby!"or “Do not walk behind me, I may not lead …”
She may also has a Web site like this, more often than not hosted on Geocities or Angelfire. The site will usually have a memorial to the victims of 9-11, Dale Earnhardt (“Went to race in a better place”), or her miscarried baby; or contain a tribute to angels or “survivors.”
All of the above, wearing bonnets and overalls.
Not to mention sheep! You know, like **Hal’**s place. But with bonnets and overalls instead of lingerie. 