Christmas in July...

For years my Grandmother felt the need to dress all of of her grandchildren alike at our annual Christmas celebration. 

This was incredibly fun if you were one of the younger cousins.

This was incredibly not fun if you were one of the older cousins.

She would usually pick some sort of theme based on where they had travelled that year.

Photographic examples?

Of course I have them!

The early years:

I'm not sure what the theme was here...

Maybe 'I love the Seventies.'

The theme this year might have been:

"Boys in Boleros"

At least I think thats what they are wearing. 

Look how fancy all the ladies look!

So pretty!

You know what we wear now?

Our warmest coats. 

That's because the family outgrew the house and we started having Christmas in the barn.

Yep...the barn.

Here are some other pictures of our matching Christmas attire:

Ride 'em cowhands!

I'm front and center in the pink. 

I was all of six days old. 

How about this one?

"Aloha, Mr Hand."

Just a little Fast Times at Ridgemont High reference for you. 

Which is a great soundtrack by the way.

And then there was the year they visited Mexico:

And the group shot. 

As you can see the grown ups were getting a little more casual.

I was totally in love with this 'fur' set.

I felt super fancy in it.

Whew!

There was a lot of matching going on all these years.

Whew! There were a lot of Farrah Fawcett wings going on in some hair here.

Sure, you're smiling now former self. 

In about ten minutes though you're going to fall and bust your knee, tear your stockings and cry. 

And then one of your cousins is going to call you a 'baby britches' for crying.

Eventually, everyone got to old for the whole matching outfits thing.

Unfortunately this paved the way for questionable Christmas sweater choices.

Well, you can't please everyone...

Are you happy I blogged about Christmas in July?

Don't you just feel that cold breeze hitting you?

No?

Dang.

Neither do I.