Christmas is finally on our doorstep!
No more countdowns, no more rummaging through shops for gifts, it’s time to take up your place on the sofa, crack open a box of chocolates, pop open a bottle of bubbles and… relax.
I’m not really blogging through the holidays. Half because I don’t know if anyone’s interested in reading when about my Christmas when they’re enjoying their own! And half because I’m going to force myself to “unplug” and chill.
I thought I’d squeeze in one last Style post, as we always dress up a bit for Christmas Eve!
I’ve been blown home bearing gifts!
I’m particularly excited at having snagged one of the racing cars from my Christmas Gift Guide!
I think my nephew, Monty, is going to go wild for it.
While the gingerbread clutch is just a little pressie for me!
I’ve been watching Mad Men every spare chance I get, and I’ve become obsessed with Betty Draper’s wardrobe and 50s silhouette.
I know, I know, I’m a bit behind the times!
An ex boyfriend tried to get me into Mad Men when it first started and I remember being so repulsed that he could admire a philander like Don, that I refused to enjoy it.
I gave it another go as a replacement for “The Fall” (which I had to stop watching out of sheer terror come bedtime).
Now I’m well into the third season of MM, and I’m fully addicted.
Though my turtleneck hides a secret at the back, and is a little more modern.
If there’s one thing Mr Custard can’t resist, it’s speed.
He loves nothing more than racing through the countryside with the wind in his… ears.
So I think he might rather like to keep Monty’s racer.
Enough of that, Custard! Time to go inside.
(I know, I know. I couldn’t get the sticker off.)
While the skirt does perfectly well on its own, I added a sneaky extra layer.
Which I think will only add to the festivities when “The Twist” inevitably comes on later, after a few drinks.
It’s a red wine tutu (and can be worn with or without a skirt over the top!)
Now, I like to think I’m pretty unsurprisable, but this year Father Christmas seems to have outdone himself.
He delivered our much awaited new rough-tough guard dog a little early!
She might be little (for now) but she’s already got the boys wrapped around her little finger.
Soon she’ll grow to almost twice the size of Hector, so I think he has the right idea being nice to her now!
Our little pup doesn’t have a name yet, so please share any ideas!
She’s a Black Russian Terrier, so a Ruski name would be great… although I’m pushing for Eve.
Custard is understandably furious.