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Here's some Christmas Creep for you.

Bah Humbug:

Buy Nothing Christmas (Reverend Billy and the Church of Stop Shopping)

Alternatives to cut Christmas Trees

Something for your Festivus needs

Dear Santa letter generator (NSFK) Not safe for kids

Bah Humbug cards

A Santa by any other name:

Santa vs. Saint Nick

Sinterklaas

Holiday Helpers:

The Yule Cat,  Jolakotturinn

The Yule Goat, Julbock or Julbukk

Other:

Vintage Russian Christmas cards

Vintage Christmas Images

I love the OUTDOOR GIRLS series books by Laura Lee Hope.

I couldn't even begin to wish you love them as much as I do or for you to have even heard of them, but in case you do, &/or have - or don't but still love camping out or the "good old days" - these other Turn of the Century books might really interest you.

I found two (non-fiction) books that might have been read by the girls and boys of Deepdale, had they (the boys and girls of Deepdale I mean...) been real:

On The Trail, An Outdoor Book for Girls

(1915) by Lina Beard & Adelia Belle Beard.

and Camping for Boys

(1913) by William Henry Gibson.   (Both also available on Google Books)

If I can't live one hundred years ago - and I do wish I could, I can still wish my friends and I could take a month off and camp out like this:

All images and content used withOUT permission.  Please visit Gutenberg.org, Shorpy.com, and the best site of all - Series Books for Girls - Jennifer really knows her vintage books and I LOVE LOVE LOVE her site, blog and Bonanzle booth.  I admire her work so much and hope she doesn't mind me lifting an image from her site.

What's the oldest article of clothing you own? Bonus points if you show us a photo!

There goes Vox, reading my mind again.

I have a pair of gray sweatpants I bought right before I moved to California from Colorado, that was 11 years ago.

They now stay up with the help of a safety pin since the waistband elastic has long since gone and they never had a string.  And there is a big air-conditioning run/rip in them right up the back seam.

I have another pair of sweatpants, but I always reach for those old ratty ones I bought while shopping with the only friend I made in Denver...  May be that's I why I keep hanging on to them.... one good memory in a 9 month* long nightmare.

*9 months was the time I was in Denver, May to November.  It's almost time for my get the hell out of Denver Anniversary.  I got the hell out on Thanksgiving Day, and I've never been so thankful to leave a place... but I still wear those ratty sweatpants all of the time.