CHRISTMAS! Hello, December. It's been about eleven months, and I've missed you dearly. The first glass of mulled wine reminded me just how worth the wait you were. Nice to have you back with us. You may in fact be my favourite month, as it's the only time of the year where I'm allowed, nay, encouraged to eat a Lindt every morning for breakfast. And because you look like this.
|We got lots of these bubble-like baubles this year, mainly because they remind me of Harry Potter's first Christmas at Hogwarts. In case you haven't been paying attention, making life that little bit more like Harry Potter is my main aim in life.|
To get into the festive spirit, my Ma and I spent Friday doing some Christmas shopping, after grabbing some fortifying pancakes at the Breakfast Club in Soho. I pretty much never stray from my order when I'm there; pancakes with bacon and maple syrup (the best crispy bacon in London? Certainly up there), a glass of fresh orange juice, and a side of berries, so that I can pretend I'm being healthy.
|Resistance is futile.|
... And finished next to the giant reindeer. Who I want to adopt. But he wouldn't fit in my bedroom, and I don't think that my room-mate would be that enamoured by the idea. Maybe Santa will leave him in my stocking. Fingers crossed.
|Headscarf - Vintage; Trench Coat - Dolce & Gabanna; Dress - May Costume|
We then went and picked up some more presents around Carnaby Street, and it's cool little sister Newburgh Street, which is fast becoming one of my favourite spots in London. You can drool over this camera there, there is a chocolate shop called Choccywoccydoodah, which is just brilliant, there are loads of ace shops for boy's gifts, if you're short of an idea or two, and it's right round the corner from my new favourite haunt, Speakeasy Espresso Bar.** Flat Whites and Portuguese custard tarts were the perfect pick-me-up after what was actually a fairly strenuous day (my Ma shops a lot, and has a slight aversion to carrying bags).
Saturday was Blogger's Christmas Lunch, organised by the wonderful Julie and Safira. This was probably the most fun of all the blogging events I've attended so far, and I will tell you all about it just as soon as someone else does, so that I can steal their pictures.
Yesterday, I took a trip down to Berkshire as my family are having a countryside Christmas this year, and we needed to test-drive the oven and put up the tree. The dog ended up covered in glitter and tangled up in ribbons. I decided that the wreath would make quite a fetching garland. We both thoroughly enjoyed ourselves.
My big brother managed to swing by for a couple of hours, which was an unexpected delight as he slaves away in a hospital Up North, so we don't see nearly as much of each other as I'd like. I can't wait for Middle and Little to break up from school, so that family time can properly commence. December is definitely a time best spent with loved ones, after all.
December is also good because most of my male acquaintances desist from the awful facial hair that is wrought upon us by Movember. It's great that you're doing your bit for charity, boys, but just because you can, doesn't mean that you should.
|Please forgive my dog's demon eyes in the above shot. He's not really a minion of the Dark Lord, I promise.|
Oh December, I'm so excited for all that you have in stall for us. Bring on the mince pies, the get-togethers with my nearest and dearest, and being smug in front of a fire when it's snowy outside.
It's going to be a good month. I can feel it.
* December is also good because most of my male acquaintances desist from the awful facial hair that is wrought upon us by Movember. It's great that you're doing your bit for charity, boys, but just because you can, doesn't mean that you should.
**If you click on but one link today, make it Speakeasy Espresso Bar. They make the perfect flat white, it's surprisingly affordable, and the man John is really, really nice. And no, this isn't a sponsored post. I'm just a fan-girl.