A few days ago Sarah came into my bedroom and asked if she could go through my closet. “It’s Ugly Sweater Day at school tomorrow,” she explained. I was then subjected to a running commentary on my wardrobe.
“Ew, this one is hideous.”
“What is this material?”
“Do you really wear this in public?”
“I didn’t know this was a color!”
Arms full of humiliated sweaters, Sarah raced to her bedroom to try them on, chortling, “I’m gonna be the ugliest girl in school!”
She then proceeded to give us all a fashion show.
“I’m Giant Marshmallow Lady!”
“Look, now I have Relief Society arms!”
She claims that the sweater she chose did indeed win the much coveted title of “Ugliest Sweater,” but I have yet to see any proof of this.
It’s all good though, because yesterday I made her dress up like this:
Yep, that’s my Sarah doing the Clifford dance. How stylish is she now?
PS – If anyone’s interested, I have a bunch of sweaters that I’m giving away.