Good Things in Small Packages at Diehl Gallery; Ugly Christmas Sweaters

Nice and Small are what you will find this month and next (through January 7, 2010 ), at the Diehl Gallery, as it presents a holiday show, Small Works.

Now on display, an opening reception and holiday party for the exhibit takes place December 23, 5-8:00 pm. Diehl Gallery promises fine food and holiday spirits, and is honoring the Season by donating 10% of each sale to the Jackson Food Cupboard, Jackson’s non-profit providing food for members of the community in need.

Jackson Cupboard serves up to 400 individuals a week, a meaningful statistic. In fact, if you’ve not already done so, please consider bringing your extra pantry items to the Cupboard’s offices, located on the St. John’s Episcopal Church Campus, in Jackson.

For more information, contact Diehl at 307.733.0905, or email [email protected] Diehl’s address is 155 West Broadway.

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The Ugliest Christmas Sweaters

3082611058_347fbef59c This holiday, don’t forget to donate to your nearest Ugly Christmas Sweaters Thrift Store. Economic recessions are tough on ugly sweater output, and as we make our fumbling, over-fed way through the holiday season, it’s easy to forget those whose lives could be cheerier, warmer–not to mention more fashionable–in your “softly used” sweater.

Get creative about your sweater collecting! Start an annual neighborhood Ugly Sweater competition tradition. Team up. Each team (fun for couples!) knits or shops for the most god-awful reindeer, kitties, snowballs, Santas, Christmas Trees, cookies and fruit cakes assembled on wool (or a wool-acrylic mix). Teams with the ugliest sweaters win! (Don’t forget the designated non-side-taking judge–your grammy is a good choice) Losing team cooks the goose. (I am not delightfully saucy!)

And remember, ladies: Beware of snobbing off a man just because he’s got to wear firth the ugly sweater his mum knit. He might be a barrister, the kind of guy who posts bail in order to get you out of that Caribbean prison you were slung into, after being so wrongly accused of concealing controlled substances while struggling through security at that nasty, bug-infested, coconut-strewn airport.