I made my first tacky Christmas jumper this year, having finally given into the local tradition (and looking for an excuse to buy a glue gun). I was quite proud of it- bells and baubles and lights and everything.
I also made it from what had been my “school uniform” jumper, purchased specifically for our mutual interest at the request of a former spanker, but under al the glitter and such no one could ever know.
Except me, but when one can’t breathe without jingling, one does not need to explain the odd smile now and again.
Acknowledging Imperfection 