I never have much Christmas spirit (too many expectations to be happy that are never quite realized, plus a mother that always rants and raves about the commercialism of the holiday), and with everything that’s happened this year, I fully expected to be miserable this year at Christmas. My mother and my brother are not speaking to each other. My mother and my sister are not speaking to each other. My fiancé (that’s still weird to say, he’s been my boyfriend for 11 years) is with his family in British Columbia, 3000 km away, but that’s nothing different, we’ve never spent Christmas together. It’s the first year I haven’t been with my whole family at Christmas.
But enough with the self-pity. I’m in Boston with my sister and her husband, surviving Snowpocalypse 2010, and I’m having a great time. Plenty of good food*, Super Mario on Wii, mail-order packages from Anthropologie and J.Crew, and relaxing. It’s been great. Who says that Christmas has to be that perfect ideal? It’s whatever it is.
I’ve spent the past three days lounging around in comfy clothes, so no recent outfit to post. But here’s my holiday outfit from last weekend, worn out to dinner with Will (our Christmas dinner, before he left for BC) and then to Sarah Slean’s holiday concert.
We’re planning to brave the weather to go out for lunch, the Museum of Fine Arts, and maybe a bit of shopping. I won’t be dressing up quite that much, but it may be time to get out of the sweats and into “real” clothes.
It’s been a great holiday. Hope everyone has been as happy, safe, and well-fed as I’ve been!
*my sister and her husband are serious foodies. They’re always trying new recipes from serious cookbooks, the Cooking Channel or the Food Network is always on TV, and they’re always talking about what they’re going to cook next or what restaurant they’re going to try next. Our Christmas dinner was courtesy of Thomas Keller’s Ad Hoc At Home cookbook. My sister made a roasted pear and cranberry crostata (delicious!). Yesterday my brother-in-law made a fish dish from Eric Ripert’s restaurant. I’ve been so well-fed, but it’s a little intimidating.