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If you’re anything like me, Christmas music makes you simultaneously cringe and burst into song. The nostalgia! The beautiful songs! The overbearing cheese-factor! The seven trillionth version of Rockin’ Around the Christmas Tree, a song which should never have been recorded in the first place! (Note: there is a version of this song in this playlist. If you feel the need to skip it on principle I understand.) In order to save you from this confusion I have compiled a list of songs that will hopefully not drive you nuts this holiday season. Without further ado:
- Polyphonic Spree: Do You Hear What I Hear?
- Sara Bareilles & Ingrid Michaelson: Winter Song
- Death Cab for Cutie: Christmas (Baby Please Come Home)
- The Raveonettes: The Christmas Song
- The Shins: Wonderful Christmastime
- The Civil Wars: I Heard the Bells on Christmas Day
- Calexico: Green Grows the Holly
- AgesandAges: We Need a Little Christmas
- Fun: Sleigh Ride
- The Piano Guys: Angels We Have Heard on High
- Glee Cast: O Holy Night
- Hey Rosetta: Carry Me Home
- She & Him: Rockin’ Around the Christmas Tree
- Sufjan Stevens: Lumberjack Christmas/ No One Can Save You from Christmases Past
- Sufjan Stevens: Put the Lights on the Tree
- Sufjan Stevens: That was the Worst Christmas Ever!
- Sufjan Stevens: Come On! Let’s Boogey to the Elf Dance!
For some of the classic carols, also check out Sufjan Stevens. Really, you should listen to the entire Songs for Christmas album. Some of my favourites: O Holy Night, Joy to the World, O Come, O Come Emmanuel (the 4 minute long version, there are three). He also has amazing versions of Holy Holy and Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing, Christmas songs in the truest sense. Enjoy!
*These are currently just linked to YouTube. I was going to make a playlist but it would be a bit more work. If there are enough people who would like it though, I will attempt it. So speak now or forever hold your Christmas peace.*
Today we’re all going to pretend these photos are stellar and we’re definitely not going to tell my husband he is a terrible photographer. What kind of person would do that? (But seriously, if you know someone who is interested in assisting with photography and possibly some other collaboration, please tell them to email me.)
Moving on . . . I actually completed this refashion quite a while ago but never had any after photos. And if a refashion happens and there aren’t any after photos, did it ever really happen? I bought this flannel(ish) check shirt for a few dollars from the thrift store. Yes, it is a men’s shirt. I did that intentionally because it provided more error room, and you can always slim something down, but you can’t always make it bigger. I did a lot more work on this shirt than necessary, but it was a good learning experience. I hemmed the bottom and slightly shaped it, and I actually seam-ripped the cuffs, shortened the sleeves, and sewed the cuffs back on. But you could easily leave the bottom hem and just roll the sleeves. Or shorten the sleeves, but just hem the ends and forget about the cuffs. My next intended victim? A true red-based plaid. As soon as I find one.
I know the Christmas lights and trees and gift guides make you feel like this should be a winter feature, but it’s not. It is technically still fall, so today we have another fall feature. However, feel free to continue wearing sweatshirts into winter.
I’m not usually much of a sweatshirt person. Obviously in high school (and university) hoodies were a mandatory component of the dress code, but in the last few years I’ve been more likely to grab a cardigan or a sweater of the knit variety. This fall I made some room in my heart (and closet, I suppose) for sweatshirts. Not the ones with hoods though. These beauties come with fancy patterns, embellishments, and charming typography. I like to pair them with a button-down and a sense of pajama-defeating sartorial success.
- Madewell Bien Fait Sweatshirt
- J. Crew Cabled Sweatshirt
- J. Crew Bib Necklace Sweatshirt
- Warehouse Floral Print Sweatshirt
- Topshop Raglan Sleeve Denim Sweatshirt
- Zoe Karssen Arrow Print Sweatshirt
It’s been a long week. Today one of the older ladies in IV therapy complimented me on my outfit color choices. Then the nurse (not significantly older than me) said, “Teenagers can get away with anything.” I wasn’t sure whether to be insulted or not. I don’t want to be a teenager, nor do I particularly desire to look like one. But, you know. Whatever.
There was also a really sweet lady who volunteers handing out refreshments and she gave me a cup of coffee. Unfortunately it was literally the worst coffee I’ve ever had. I drank nearly the whole thing; it was one hot cup of good sentiment.
I thought I’d try something new and share some creative writing on here. It’s something I’ve been thinking about for a while as I try to define what I want this space to be. The piece I’m sharing today I actually wrote about five years ago. I made some minor edits as I was typing it out (I couldn’t help it), but the feeling is all five-years-ago-me. If you like it, let me know. If you don’t, you may also let me know that too.
She lifts her head to steal a look out the window. Her nose wrinkles and then her face quickly relaxes. Outside the window, the sky is a kaleidoscope of colour. In the west the sun burns out in a splash of vibrancy, reflecting red and orange. In the east the expanse broods, a sea of purple and blue. The sky over the restaurant where she sits is a muted grery, as if it cannot decide whether to glow with color or beckon with the promise of a storm.
It is here in this restaurant that she perches uncertainly on her chair. Gathered around the table are those closest to her. Across sits her mother, the one who raised and nurtured her, and who can tell exactly how she’s thinking even from a wrinkle in her nose. At least, most of the time she can. Next to her mother, her sister is listening intently to the conversation. That’s her sister; she’s a careful and observant listener. Beside her, her lifelong best friend chatters excitedly.
“So when are we going to go dress shopping? What kind of dress are you looking for? Lots of Lace? Do you want it sleeveless? How about the style? Should we go this weekend?’
“Well, I’m not sure. I guess I haven’t really thought about it.”
“Haven’t thought about it? But you’re getting married!”
The conversation lulls.
With a quizzical glance her sister asks, ,”Thinking about it now?”
“Yeah,” she replies with a half smile.
She tilts her head and looks down at the table. The table cloth is something reminiscent of a bygone era. She was sure this lacy, artfully embroidered piece had been around for years. She could just imagine her grandmother sitting in her old rickety chair on a winter evening, carefully stitching each cross into the ivory folds. The thought wasn’t very original, but this cloth was persistently cliche.
Her sister spoke up, “This table cloth kind of reminds you of Grandma, doesn’t it?”
So her sister really did always know what she was thinking. Yet, sitting here at this table surrounded by those who had always been able to read her best, not one of them really knew what kind of thoughts consumed her, or how she was replaying each detail of that scene over and over in her head.
He had walked in the door with a guilty look on his face, and by then she had known something was wrong. His moody silences and confrontational behaviour had been enough to convince her. That evening it had all exploded. He had yelled at her and she had cursed him for the time he spent with those friends and those girls. He had known it wasn’t good, but he just hated the way things were. He had broken down then. She’d never seen him cry before. He had claimed he was sorry; she had claimed to believe him. The next week they were engaged.
Sitting here in this quiet restaurant she knows they had no other choice. They had already gone too far to turn back now. The promises they had made and the lies they told each other left no room for escape. They were meant for one another, although that provided no comfort. Now face to face with her choice, she hoped that things would eventually turn out all right.
I’ve got my eye out for a great classic knit jumper. Like the kind your stereotyped grandma would knit you but without the overt Christmas theme. Although to be honest I’d love one of those too. Anyways, I’m afraid this search is going to take several winters. So many knit sweaters in stores, and no good knit sweaters in stores. Can’t someone just make a cream knit sweater loose knit, but not too loose, longer and slouchier fitting, with appropriate length sleeves that’s not scratchy? That really can’t be too much to ask. While we’re at it can someone tell merchandisers that they shouldn’t hang knits? Sure I’d love to have my sweater pre-stretched in an unflattering manner. Whether this H&M sweater will fulfill my stringent requirements remains to be seen, but this is what I’ve been loving lately.