It seems like nowadays, you can’t swing your jingle bells without hitting a tacky sweater party. And while I know their numbers are many, back when we started our own tradition, there weren’t a lot of people staging tacky galas. This year marked Tacky Sweater Party IV: When Sweaters Attack. (Side note: I cannot believe this is the 4th Christmas I’ve had in Bham!)
In years gone by, my mom has provided costumes for not only me, but other guests as well. She once said that she wasn’t sure if this should make her feel good or depressed. (I suggested a little of both.) Let’s take a look back, shall we?
The sweater came from the thrift store, and I used rick rack to trim the edges. The tree was made of fluffy green pom poms. The best part?
I’m not sure if you can tell, but it had really working lights. BOO ya. It’d be funnier if it weren’t for the fact that I actually had a sweatshirt like this in elementary. The tree was made of fabric trimmed with pinking shears. Classic.
Then there’s last year. I was really going for, “I’m a mom, but I’m a cool mom. Right honey?”
I think this was at the penultimate moment of “Last Christmas.”
It’s like the Last Tacky Sweater Supper.
This year, in so many ways, December snuck up on me. I didn’t really have time to plan, so…
I added some newness. Who else do you know that can take this:
These fantastic earrings complemented the whole ensemble.
I found Mandy these sweet pants with embroidered trees and candy canes.
Hot performance from both Matt and Jen.
Fun times were had by all.
Have you ever been to a tacky sweater party?