Given the weather can hit highs of over 40° celcius (104° farenheit) around my way during the holidays, the idea of wearing anything with long sleeves on Christmas day, let alone something woollen, is akin to torture with a capital ‘T’.
But as I laze poolside in swimmers and a sun hat, I often fantasise about one day roasting chestnuts by an open fire in an ugly sweater. I grew up with tales of sleigh bells, so I guess it’s only natural that I dream of experiencing a white Christmas some day.
Until then, I’m going to get my ugly sweater fix by creating fun illustrations that you can hang on your mantel as part of your festive decorating. Happy holidays!