Ugly Sweater Weather

It's cold. It's Christmas. Time for ugly ass sweaters! I'm not sure if this sweater is horrendous or gorgeous so I'll just settle for amazeballs. It's another Fairfax Hospital Pediatric Wing find. There is a Target just down the street form the hospital and while I was waiting for my gremlin's discharge, I scooped up this spectacular piece of knitwear. As seen above, I paired with a DJ Lance from Yo Gabba Gabba hat for my daughter's 5th birthday party. See how that worked out?

It was sleeting over Thanksgiving so I broke it out again, this time with a fur hat and red Hunter boots that you can just imagine because I never got a photo from the waist down...

Then the day turned into an all out bar crawl with my sis-in-law. This is the perfect sweater for consuming beer...

And for cornbread jalapeño waffles with chive butter...

This is how I styled it when I was thinking about buying, but it ended up taking on a life of it's own with wellies and furry hats.

Sweater: Mossion Supply Co. Fairisle Pullover Sweater

And this is what I hum whenever I wear it...

Flaming Stank

While I was camping out in the pediatric wing of Fairfax Hospital I ordered candles for my birthday party. Pine for the dining room, clove for the bathroom and a rose and oud for my bedroom. I had no idea what oud was but I associated it with musk so I figured it was a good bet. After ordering I decided to educate myself a bit and learned that oud oil comes from the resin of Aquilaria trees and the scent in fragrances can be compared to "animal butt" or "barnyard". Behold my animal butt candle. It's actually quite lovely. Dark, woody, musky with a little bit of sweet floral.

Candle: Aquiesse Ivory Rose Oud Candle

Dana 4.0

I have a bunch of reasons, most legitimate but none entirely acceptable as to why I haven't posted anything at all in over a month. The most critical reason was that my son was ill and ultimately hospitalized for a virus that caused gunk all up in his lungs. Little dude is doing really well, but I have continued to not give two shits regarding just about everything. Then I came to the realization that I'm turning 40 in less than a week. It's this weird kind of pseudo depression. I don't really have anything to be upset about, but I haven't really brought myself to be interested in or excited about most anything. Inappropriate melancholy as you will. I guess that's better than going on a bender or clandestine shopping spree OR jumping on a Southwest to Vegas (believe me, I have carefully considered ALL).

Instead for an entire day, I made all of my meals á cheval. Fried eggs all over the place.