>> It’s a whole load of firsts this year. For the first time in all of my thirty years, we didn’t do Christmas at my grandma’s house in Dollis Hill with our annual gathering of four different kinds of roast meats (our family is big enough that goose, duck, beef AND turkey are all on offer). Instead, we shrunk the Christmas get together down to my mum, my three sisters, my uncle and Steve and christened the new house with the smell of a 10kg forerib of beef (still ploughing through leftovers). I made gravlax from scratch. Steve and I prepped the veg the night before. We used a digital meat thermometer for the first time. We were basically following a combination of Delia Smith and Mary Berry’s instructions verbatim. Thoroughly grown-up stuff. On the day though, I thought I’d establish a tradition that is entirely my own doing. The Christmas jumper apparently shows no signs of abating. Whilst I manage to avoid cartoonish robins and gigantic christmas puddings on my jumpers, it is a time of year when an assortment of sweaters and jumpers either come through the post as pressies or on my Christmas shopping trips, I misguidedly think I “deserve” a gift to myself. And so from about 9am in the morning until 12 midnight of Christmas day this year, not quite on the hour every hour, I rotated through my twelve jumpers/sweaters/sweatshirts (there’s a clear distinction between the three but for ease, I’ll call them all Christmas jumpers) much to the bemusement of my family. I have some vaguely convincing practical reasons why twelve jumpers on Christmas day works – less chance of one jumper being overly permeated with the smell of roasting meats and veg or some such nonsense – but the real reason is just the pure indulgence of changing your top twelve times in about five seconds in your own house, in your own wardrobe cubby room because you’re the one who’s hosting the Christmas festivities and you don’t have to leave the house. With my trusty red leather H&M trousers (the only pair of leather trousers I would call comfy enough to eat a Christmas meal in) as my accomplice, I hereby give you my twelve jumpers of Christmas Day. Hope everyone had a Merry Christmas and Boxing Day. Normal posting duties that don’t revolve around roasting meat or alcohol to resume soon.
Mary Katrantzou sweatshirt
Let Kuzmus sweatshirt, EDE England Big Scarf