Strolling out to collect my Christmas wreath seems to have become a bit of a tradition.
I know that Christmas is really all about trees, and I love that!
But lugging a Christmas tree up the endless flights of stairs to my apartment is not an idea I relish.
Especially in these shoes!
But a Christmas wreath?
A perfect, festive, pine scented, beautiful creation to spruce the place up?
Well, that sounds right up our street, doesn’t it Custard?
So every year, we wind our way through Notting Hill’s streets, past the giant white houses, all adorned with their own wreaths and the occasional tree glistening in the windows, all the way to Wild at Heart.
Where together we choose our wreath!
Custard spied the style we wanted and we waited as they artfully created one and brought it to life.
Leaving us to wait amongst the roses.
Sparkling all the way!
Finally we got word that our Christmas treat was ready, and we could take it home.
Much to Custard’s delight, who hates waiting for anything.
Which he’d already had, but likes to forget incase I do too, and feed him again.
I picked up my beauty, popped around the corner for an Ottolenghi hot chocolate (’tis the season).
Finally set for Christmas!
Sparkling in my Pandora pieces.
I adore the delicate designs. They’re all so different, but go together so exquisitely.
I couldn’t be prouder to be working with a brand I’ve admired since I was little.
All of the compliments that come with wearing the jewels don’t hurt, either!
Piled up with Christmas cheer, we waltzed home to hang our new wreath.
No sooner had we stepped through the door, than the place was filled with the smell of pines.
I tore open a clementine, lit the candles, popped a bit of Nat King Cole on and we danced in the kitchen.
Wallowing in our own little winter wonderland!