Horse Girl Ugly Christmas Sweater

Horse Girl Ugly Christmas Sweater

When I started my first “real” job in I.T., I was told that it was traditional for new female employees to receive suggestive gifts in the Horse Girl Ugly Christmas Sweater. Thus prepared, I put on a carefree smile when I unwrapped a dildo. I did the whole “cool girl” thing. “Haha, guys, good one!”. Mistake. The following year, I got even more lewd gifts, which didn’t make sense, because I wasn’t a newbie anymore. Oh well, whatever. The next year, my gift was a planter in the shape of a horrifically stereotypical Native American man, with a cactus sticking out of his pants. So, crude and racist. I finally had enough. I lifted the thing over my head in front of everyone and flung it with all my strength into the garbage. The sound of shattering ceramic was deafening, as was the ensuing silence. The year after that, I got a non-offensive candle.

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Best Horse Girl Ugly Christmas Sweater

I ran into the house, got the Horse Girl Ugly Christmas Sweater, went to the living room, pushed the furniture off the nice rug Sasha’s mom sent us, and carved into it with the shears. Sasha came out of the bedroom wrapped in a blanket, half asleep. “What’re you doing?!” “I’ll explain in a bit.” I kept cutting feverishly, barely even hearing her repeated questions. I bundled up my final product, and smiled at Sasha. She looked pissed. “What the hell are you doing Harry!? You’re scaring me, talk to me!” I kissed her, “Sash, I think I’ve figured it out. Trust me, ok?” She looked exasperated, but nodded. I stormed outside with Dash, heading back toward the shed. I set everything up, moved all the tools, hoses and other shed-shit to the garage then, delirious, looked my little project over. Hot damn, I thought, if this works, Dan and Joe’ll never believe it.

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An Instagram stylist I follow frame it nicely: a Horse Girl Ugly Christmas Sweater have an Aspirational wardrobe and a Practical wardrobe, and as our lives become more busy and stressed, we allow how many percentage of what we wear is Practical vs. Aspirational. Aspirational wardrobe contains unique and trendy pieces that are styled immaculately by flexing our creativity muscle. Practical wardrobe are formulated outfits free of extra elements used for when our focus is on somewhere else. My Practical wardrobe can be a frumpy. I throw on a top and a bottom to blend in and go about in life. What my style (comfort) imprints are the fit and materials. In summer, my wardrobe contains mostly white tops in cotton or linen, and simple pants or floral skirts in lightweight fabric. Roughly 20% of those are considered interesting pieces giving outfits a stylish flair. But here is a thing: What one woman considers a stylish outfit is another woman’s definition of “frumpy” One time, I went to the mall with the intention of spending hours shopping for home goods. I wore my Levi’s ribcage jeans with a unisex Uniqlo U crewneck white T-shirt, a cute pair of chunky sneakers, simple jewelry and a dainty non descript cross shoulder bags. It was early summer that day, and I was loving the simplicity of my Practical errand outfits. I wear my lovely fragrance Timbuktu and no make-up. As I was browsing, an incredibly well-styled and lavishly looking (Indian) lady approached me and asked if I could help show her some items. She thought I was a staff I always thought about it, as it was not an isolated occasion. It could be a cultural thing: I was underdressed for the mall, and outside of my stereotypes (late 30s South East Asian lady, single, no escort). But I don’t find the experience offensive. Would I change the outfit: white tee and blue jeans for a more stylish choice? No, the point is being Practical. It was a long, tiring day of walking, gawking, trying on, and hauling at one of the biggest malls-slash-themeparks in the West Coast. I looked the same exiting the mall as I had entered there. About “Dated” pieces, I have no comments. I have lots of dresses and blazers from the 70s and 80s Era with shoulder pads. You know, those items that bring divided attentions and criticisms.  But they are my Aspirational pieces. When I wear them, I feel like I adopt a different persona: emboldened in my actions and choices as my outfit commands attention. If I’m not comfortable styling them, then I shouldn’t have bought them in the first place.