A Suspended Christmas

a suspended christmas

featuring SELFISH MOTHER and Save the Children

If you do not live in the United Kingdom, then grab a seat! This post requires an explanation.

A Christmas jumper is ‘a top pulled over the head to cover the torso, themed with a Christmas or winter-style design. Save the Children UK encourage people to wear a Christmas jumper on a specific day in December (it’s the 14th this year) and raise money for the charity. Most people wear Christmas jumpers outside of that one day, during Advent and Christmas.

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The coat

featuring WRAP UP LONDON

I arrived in Britain in the summer, fifteen years ago.

I had with me one photo album, one diary, pens, a couple of books, a Walkman (do you remember those?), my university diploma and a very small wardrobe of mainly tops and bottoms. The only pair of shoes I had thought of taking was on me and it lasted a whole year. I still retain wonderful memories – my best ever shoes!

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On Grete and her half of the story

featuring #HALFTHESTORY

I can’t take it off. I have tried and I’ve tried, but it’s too late now, it is stuck to my face and there’s nothing I can do about it.

It’s not gilded, it does not shine, nor sparkle, nor wow. It is not colourful; although it does have a beige tinge which I quite like.

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The man who takes pictures in the sea

featuring PAVILIONS addiction recovery

‘It has been over 3 months now since I last drank alcohol and the longest it has ever been since I was 21. I never want it in my life.’

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The Cardigan

featuring BBC Woman’s Hour Craft Prize

I own an eclectic wardrobe. Some of my dresses may even be a century old. Most trousers are winter sales snatches off the high street. My sister buys all my socks. The scarves and bags are from my sister-in-law.

I love mixing and matching and living in an a-temporal fashion gap. I sometimes receive compliments on my clothes… and sometimes I don’t.

One of the most surprising items to ever receive compliments on has been a cardigan. A green-grey, hand knitted, larger than average cardigan that got out of the wardrobe and onto my shoulders through pure luck, one random, chilly Tuesday morning. Continue reading “The Cardigan”