So yeah, I finally got on that train… the velvet trend which reminds me a little too much of my first Saturday job in the Kylie department of Mackays (now M&Co. – truly showing my age) and drowning in rails of glitter and crush velvet and sometimes even glittery crush velvet… true story. But it’s ‘in’ again and it feels…
Because my love knows no bounds for things with my name on them… another bag, thanks Santa. If only I could have picked it up in person – Liberty at Christmas is literally a dream, impossible to leave empty handed, they take the blame for the small stuffed, white, feathered owl on my mantelpiece that no grown woman should have…
Because there’s surely nothing better in December than being wrapped up in layers of knit… Step in my newest discovery, Les 100 Ciels in Princes Square, brimming with the softest cashmere and knitted culottes – yes, knitted wool culottes – the holy grail for one whose love for the awkwardly proportioned pants knows no bounds. They skim and they hug and boy…
Can’t beat a sweatshirt with ruffles that flirt in the breeze like a giant sea creature. Happy Friday.x … leria ruffle sweatshirt – Storets jeans – American Eagle Outfitters | heels – Boden aviators – Ray-Ban | watch – Daniel Wellington rivington tote – Henri Bendel SHOP THE POST
And then all of a sudden it’s December and the decorations get pulled from boxes under beds and dusted off and it’s finally socially acceptable to play Christmas tunes (even though, clandestinely, you have been for weeks). And the list of gifts is looming… For the man in your life, at least, I have found the ideal gift – a perfectly fitting, custom…
