A few nights ago the girls and I got dressed up for what feels like the first time in ages.
If October was all about cosy nights beside the fire, curled up with flakey treats, and maybe a good book (oh my goodness, have you read The Girl On The Train yet?! It’s the new Gone Girl, and you must.), November is the very beginning of Party Season.
Time to dust off those dancing shoes, take a lawn mower to those legs, moisturise to within an inch of your life, swipe on a bit of colour and get out there.
We are officially in the run up to Christmas, and it is your festive duty to see it in with sequins, champagne and laughter.
While waiting for our car, we snapped up my first look of the party season.
Easing in gently, in all black errthing.
A party dress which has been sitting in my wardrobe, longing for an outing since I spied it on asos last month.
Chanel Dallas Boy Bag (not sold online, sadly)
All set to fly away in winged sandals.
And perhaps most importantly, frosted in Pandora jewels.
They were my most complimented pieces all evening, and I couldn’t be happier to be partnering with them over Christmas.
Everything I chose is from the Pandora Rose range, which seems rather fitting.
Delicate and statement pieces, all dusted in sparkling-not-quite-diamonds.
Similar black cape
Eventually our chariot arrived and whisked us away, through the darkening streets of London.
We sang along to old hits in the back seat, as the rain started to pour down.
Rapping its knuckles on the roof of the car and streaming down the windows.
We made it to the Matthew Williamson showrooms (Rosanna’s lair) and hot footed it inside, trying to avoid dipping my wings into puddles as I went.
Inside we shed our coats, had coups of champagne thrust into our hands, and were ushered into The Flamingo Room, to curl up on the silk sofas.
Rosanna, our host, on the right…
…turned the music up, served Balthazar nibbles, and encouraged us all to play dress up in the MW archives.
Having grown up in awe of Matthew and his glamorous BFF, Sienna, this pretty much sums up my dream evening.
With sequins and feathers flying, we christened the new MWMirror.
And set off to Tatler’s Little Black Book party, in Mayfair.
Where we commandeered the photo-booth….
…before conquering the dance floor!
^ Keep your eyes peeled at 1.50
Once the party wound down, we all crammed into a taxi and saw out the rest of the night at LouLou’s.
With far too many lychee martinis, and the very best moves on the dancefloor…. possibly.
Welcome back, party season! I hadn’t realised how much we’d missed you.