Attack of the Ugly Sweaters

As promised, here are some pictures of our very own Ugly Sweater Party.

Jupiter

That’s Tom, a.k.a., the Planet Jupiter.

Orange, Ew.

Sharon and I. I had to get a picture of us together, because our sweaters were way worse in combination than either was alone. Sharon’s, aside from being a little lumpy and lopsided, wasn’t too bad at all. What made it funny was her story of how she acquired it.  I’ll simply say that it involved a night out on the town (Vegas) with the Girls.

My sweater, which I thought was just awful, was a terrible failure of an ugly sweater. I thought the color was quite bad enough (made all the worse standing next to Sharon’s lovely orange), but the shoulder and pocket pleats made it that much worse. However, I managed to receive THREE compliments on it during the day. Sincere ones! Even with the letters! (A touch added out of desperation.) Oh well. I’ll do better next time.

My charming husband, property of Starfleet Academy. He was very disappointed when he couldn’t find his Communicator to complete the look.

Sale

Amanda won the prize for Most Confusing Garage Sale Item with this do-it-yourself tacky sweater.

Shawn, looking smashing in crocheted leaves and high-water sleeves.

Here sits Chad, whose father walked in during the day, took a look at Chad, and asked, “Why are you wearing my sweater?”

Monte takes the cake with his musical ensemble. Not sure if you can tell, but the buttons on this sweater are treble clefs.

And that’s it for this year’s Ugly Sweater Party! Tune in next year to see if we can come up with anything worse.

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