The Evolution of the Christmas Garment #4

…..or The Boxing Day Blues.

IMG_7199I am still not sure what happened. Maybe it was the glaring “3D Effect” puzzle pieces or perhaps the more than generous helpings of left-overs. The chocolate maybe? I should have known things were going awry when I saw the devil in my cinnamon bun. More likely it was heat exhaustion as I was continuing to take pictures for my Evolution of the Christmas Garment post. It was hot as blue blazes and the sun was splitting the rocks when I took the shot of my beach themed shirt, dang those three quarter sleeves, can’t they make a Christmas motif tank top?

This one reminds me of Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas for some reason. Don't they make Christmas tank tops - I'm dyin' here.

This one reminds me of Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas for some reason. I’m dyin’ of the heat here.

By the time I got to my favourite T shirt the sweat was trickling down my back and once again I mistook thirst for hunger and got distracted by a pile of cookies. The black shirt in the hot sun must be what put me over the edge.

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The next thing I knew I was inside a cardboard box, like some bad child character from an Enid Blyton storybook.

Meet Joodles aka Dolly Parsons.

Meet Joodles aka Dolly Parsons.

I was apparently the doll which remained on the store shelf – didn’t even get purchased with a deep Boxing Day discount.

No, not the dump. What do you mean I'm not even good enough for the Thrift Store?

No, not the dump. What do you mean I’m not even good enough for the Thrift Store?

I don’t understand why. I know I’m no Eaton’s Beauty doll but I come with a free hairbrush and lipstick. Don’t kids just love to brush long hair? Maybe the grey would be a little off-putting. But my eyes; they open and close!

Eyes open.

Eyes open.

 

Eyes closed.

Eyes closed.

Maybe if I moved around and showed them my good side. Hey, what do you mean, there isn’t a good side?

Maybe you could buy me just to get the Christmas shirt and the gently used lipstick.

Maybe you could buy me just to get the Christmas shirt and the gently used lipstick.

I’m out of here.

I'm gonna find me a Barbie costume - see if that helps.

I’m gonna find me a Barbie costume – see if that helps.

And suddenly I was back in my house. But where was my tacky Christmas sweater? And why am I covered in Christmas lights? Only my therapist will ever know…

Don't know how I got here but glad to see I finally have a Christmassy tank top.

Don’t know how I got here but glad to see I finally have a Christmassy tank top.

No more Christmas sweaters. No more pictures of me. No more Christmas blogs. No more left-overs. But I will just nibble on this cinnamon bun while I work on my boxing day puzzle.

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Christmas done, puzzle done, I can finally move on with my life.

Christmas done, puzzle done, I can finally move on with my life.

© Judy Parsons 2015

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