The Art of Gift Giving: Iron-On Felt!
Now, while the PC term “Happy Holidays” technically includes Chanukah, most of my tribe understands that our version of Christmas is what Tofurkey is to Thanksgiving: A meatless substitute that pales in comparison to the real thing. We still do gifts, but they’re never from Santa. Sniffle.
This year, Mom, Dad and Little Bro Matt all got versions of my own go-to apparel (because I can’t possibly imagine a better gift than the opportunity to dress like me!). Alas, one can only get so excited about Uniqlo Heat-Tech Shirts and American Apparel Tri-Blend Tees, so I took things up a notch by lettering their gifts with the most frequently uttered phrases in our house.

Dritz Iron-On Touch Letters (no sewing required, obvs) were my weapon of choice. “You ASS!” is beloved by us all, but it went to Mom for her continually impassioned delivery; Matt got “EFF OFF” because it’s my line and - like “fetch” - I’m trying to make it happen with America’s youth. Dad’s shirt - not pictured because he’d already worn it out of the house pre-photo shoot - reads “Big Piece of Chicken” a la Chris Rock, whom he’s fond of quoting. Truer words were never spoken.
After everyone recovered from shock at my having used an iron (a) by choice and (b) without injuring myself or others, they had a nice chuckle over their new garb. Is there a better present than laughter? I don’t THINK so.
Merry Whatever to you and yours.
Tagged: American Apparel • Mitzvahs • Uniqlo








