Over the last couple of days I’ve developed a strange urge to own a Christmas jumper.
I’d never even heard of the concept until I saw ‘Bridget Jones Diary’ and had always dismissed the concept as an Americanism. But now they are a proper ‘thing’ in the UK.
I bought my daughter a cheap one from Primark last year and it did make Christmas morning that little bit more jolly, having her trotting about in it.
(Although she changed out of it for Christmas dinner, we dress up in my family.)
I think one of the reasons I want one is it’s an excuse to buy another novelty round-necked sweater. I’m obsessed with them, particular ones by Marcus Lupfer and I loooong for a Bella Freud ‘Ginsberg is God’ jumper.
With Christmas jumpers though, I waiver between wanting a ‘tasteful’ one, or really getting into the spirit of it and buying something crass in harsh acrylic.
On the chicer side, I saw a really nice Clements Ribeiro one in TK Maxx today, with Christmas crackers on the front, but wobbled about buying it – then I came home and found the perfect excuse. Save the Children have declared December 12th ‘Christmas Jumper Day’.
It’s the third year of the initiative and I’d never heard of it (which is what happens when you spend all your time working alone…). You pay £2 to take part, do fund raising activities – and this year the UK government is going to match every pound raised.
I’m in. I’m going to get that jumper.
If you like really bad Christmas jumpers, checkout this US site. You can even buy them…