Inspirations from cheese in a can. joey, kelly, danny, and charlie

As I believe I’ve mentioned to my friends on Twitter and Facebook, I have recently found a fondness for older ladies in Christmas sweaters.  I’m ashamed to admit that for many years, it has been my holiday tradition to make fun of this particular style choice.  I once worked with this lady (not old, but middle-aged) in the radiology department of a hospital who had a unique Christmas sweater for each day in December.  Which I thought was outrageous.  Now, don’t get me wrong….I’m not saying that I’ve been scouring Kohl’s for Christmas sweaters of my own, I’m just saying that this year, now I think they’re really cute on old ladies, and, I suppose, not horribly offensive on anyone else.  Here’s why:

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Meet Mrs. Gail and Mrs. Winnie.  Every Tuesday and Thursday morning for four hours, they pretend like they are Danny’s grandmothers.  (Also, nine of his closest friends’ grandmothers.  But still.)  Since Danny doesn’t have a grandmother within an hour’s drive, and we don’t get to see any of them as much as we’d like to, I think Danny and I also a little bit pretend like Mrs. Gail and Mrs. Winnie are his surrogate grandmothers.  So when, in the first week of December, I walked up to the door to drop Danny off and saw Mrs. Gail and Mrs. Winnie proudly wearing their Christmas sweaters, I had a change of heart.  I decided that there was nowhere I would rather leave Danny than with ladies like Mrs. Gail and Mrs. Winnie, who are so excited about Christmas and overflowing with love generally that they can’t resist the opportunity to display their excitement with their clothing.  That morning, my opinion of Christmas sweaters changed dramatically for the better.  [Please note that it is 70 degrees on this December 18th in Georgia, and so Mrs. Gail and Mrs. Winnie had the good sense to pull out their Christmas t-shirts instead of chasing ten toddlers with Christmas cupcakes in sweaters.  But you get what I'm saying.]