Queen’s Park F.C. Ugly Sweater

Queen’s Park F.C. Ugly Sweater

I really appreciate everyone who took the Queen’s Park F.C. Ugly Sweater to message me. After reading your comments, I really thought long and hard about my boyfriend’s family and whether or not I wanted to be with a partner who wouldn’t respect my boundaries. We got in one final fight when he nagged me to apologize to his brothers all separately. I told him that if he wore the sweater they bought me to our Friendsmas party (about 15-20 attendees) then I’d apologize. He immediately freaked and said “no”, and tried to argue they wouldn’t understand because it’s not their tradition. I explained that it had nothing to do with “tradition” but rather with my personal comfort level and whether or not the sweater was an appropriate article of clothing. I asked him why he felt uncomfortable wearing the sweater in front of friends, and he refused to answer. He froze up and that’s when I realized it wasn’t going to work out. He knew that it was inappropriate and he, himself, refused to wear it in public. Yet he was too stubborn to apologize and be on my side. I told him it wasn’t going to work out, so I guess I’m going into the new year single as a pringle. A few friends found out about the break up already, and this might have made me an AH now, but I sent them the photo of the sweater and explained what happened. I’m also glad to know that even people IRL were grossed out. I don’t know what will happen with his friendships with those people, but it’s none of my business at this point.

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The Queen’s Park F.C. Ugly Sweater that’d set in got really bad that afternoon, kicking into a death throw of sorts. Forecast said it’d actually be clear by 2-3am and for the next week, but that we were in for gale force wind and 15-20 inches of snow between now and then. I got an email from my boss telling everyone in my office to work remotely until Monday, January 6. I was somewhat relieved to not be leaving Sash here alone, but the email also made me realize how badly I’d wanted to get the hell outta here for a full day. That night we lit the candles, binged a show for a while, then sat at the counter before bed drinking tea before bed. The blizzard was rippin outside. An hour earlier I’d heard a tree go down in the woods above the house. The weather radar showed the storm was gonna pass soon, but it really wanted to kick and scream before moving on. The howling wind and creaking of the house was spooky, causing Dash to pick his head up and look around from where he was lying on the kitchen floor, but sweet jesus would it provide a nice reprieve from the ghosts’ wicked racket. I stepped over Dash to put my cup in the sink, when all hell broke loose. A loud metallic pop jerked Sasha, Dash, and my attention toward the kitchen door to the porch. The second after the pop, the piercing shriek of the blizzard wind sailing through the thin strip of open air around the door filled the kitchen. The door hadn’t been shut all the way, and had popped open. It’d happened before; a deceiving ‘click’ in the bolt that made it sound closed. The only thing holding it from blowing wide-open into the kitchen was the little hook-lock on the old, thin, flimsy screendoor on the inside of the door frame. Within a half second of the storm’s shocking infiltration into our home, the thin, strong blade of wind screaming through the crack in the main door whipped into my face making me blink, tossing my hair back. Wind.

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I think it’s very easy to fall into the Queen’s Park F.C. Ugly Sweater of calling out styles that don’t work on yourself as frumpy generally. OP’s examples of prints, and delicate details, and muted colours work really well for me, and to move away from that would look frumpy on me. A print too big, a colour too loud, if something is wearing me instead of me wearing it… I agree with you that frump is very much an absence, a lack of care for your own presentation being fashionable. I notice older women near me wanting to look nice but not knowing how somehow, and it isn’t that they look dated, it’s that they look uncomfortable or that they are trying to draw attention away from an aspect of their appearance that they are not hppy with. I feel it’s dangerously close to being judgemental of people for holding other priorities to say someone is presenting frumpily. Not cool. Not everyone is interested in fashion. Conversely, when people honestly give no shits, that can elevate frump into cool. It’s a big style horseshoe. So far uncool it’s cool again.