(Photo via Amy Yee)

(Photo via Amy Yee)

Each year you politely implore your relatives to gift you “gift certificates only, please,” and each year they let you down. It might as well be a tradition at this point– that inevitable, subtly passive aggressive, five-times-too-large homely sweater, that was without a doubt harvested from the clearance section.

But suck it up and smile for the camera, even if the fabric vaguely smells of urine, and return the dang thing. Because if you pool your sweater money, you’ll be rewarded handsomely in the afterlife (i.e., I Survived the Holidays January 2016) with cash to spend at Maeven vintage, popping up in Greenpoint throughout the month of January.

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