Wear 372: Just Call Me Ebenezer and Other Literary References

Is it possible to hear, see or speak at the moment without the subject being Trump. The only reason I bring it up is that I have heard, through memes—that most reliable source of information—that talking politics on a public forum alienates friends and family and decreases your Christmas liabilities. There it is! My actual beef is not with Trump (well, it is, but that is different beef), it's with Christmas. For the last three or four years I have worked over Christmas. I get to see how much people love each other and enjoy each other's company. *Sarcasm* (I work in Emergency Services—people don't call us 'cause they're loving it up!). Ready to all shoot me down? I'm going to say it. Are you ready? I don't like Christmas.

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Now that! That is just plain censored.

This is now draft two of this post. In draft one, I continued to write about what makes Christmas a burr in my paw. It turns out I think I will alienate fewer people if I talk about politics. Now what?

Ummm?

So. I went to the movies. Yeah. Twice. Saw The Accountant and The Girl on the Train. Sometimes I wish that the book and the movie were two different things. I want to read the book first, but then I don't want to know what is going to happen in the movie. I want to be able to see it with new eyes. Or a new brain. And seeing the movie first doesn't work either. It messes with the imagination.

My best friend and I have a long-standing disagreement about Strider. You know, Aragorn, Son of Arathorn. (In case any of you missed the whole thing: The Lord of the Rings.) I (rightfully) claim him as MY book boyfriend, because I read him first. I loved him from the book on. She only loved him when Viggo portrayed him in the movie. She can have Viggo. Quite happy for that to happen—there's the whole thing with the chin going on. Not my cup of tea. But Strider will always be mine. Well, in the way book boyfriends are. And he can be in the exception list that is an in-principle agreement between all real life partners should someone on the list (like Liam Neeson or Daniel Craig, or Strider for that matter, for me, Sophia Vargas or Nigella Lawson for him) turn up having fallen deeply in love with us via, say Twitter(?). All couples have that agreement, don't they?

It's an age old question. So what is your answer? Does Christmas suck? Does Trump suck? Book or Movie? Are there exceptions to the 'don't cheat on your partner' rule? And, most importantly, Strider's mine isn't he? He is! Come on!

Last time we met I was telling you about my forty-two plus pairs of jeans. I may have bought some more. It's a blur. But here is the second way I hide my girls in jeans: The Short Dress(es).

The Outfit Crew Neck: JP Gaultier for Target Dress (Under): Op-shopped Dress (Over): Op-shopped Fluffy Coat: Thrifted, New Mexico Jeans: Target Shoes: ModCloth

Photographer de Jour: V——

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Patti at Not Dead Yet Style

Lauren at Style Elixir

Rachel at Rachel the Hat

Cherie at Style Nudge