>> I've lucked out with gifts this year with the usual double hit of birthday slash Christmas but in particular, peers, friends and family this year have somehow gotten the balance between the meaningful and matters of taste just right. It took a few years of giving/receiving lazy gift vouchers and bath sets from Boots to get to this point.
So if it feels like over the next few days until the 4th January (that's when I feel like my official 'working' year begins) I'm excessively coo-ing over gifts on the blog, apologies in advance. It's these little bits of joy that will keep me going for what is to be a looooong January, when I have fiscal matters to deal with that will keep me from the shops for a bit.
I used to be in the habit of carrying a Stella McCartney solid perfume habit on the commute which comes in handy in the summer when several varieties of armpit whiff come to attack your nostrils. Don't THINK I have told anyone of my odd habit but Steve's sister and her husband were kind enough to supply me with this Artemesia solid fragrance from Penhaligon's which comes in a lovely compact as well as a 'Keep Me' label that reminds me of the first chapter in Alice in Wonderland where she haps upon the 'Drink Me', 'Eat Me' tags.
Spending too much time with the mother has clearly affected my dress choices, with the upper half here resembling a 70s secretary, or just an outfit that my mum would have worn in the 70s. Thankfully, the bottom half is wrecked by these Les Queues de Sardines cyclops tights that my sister got me. I expect some stares from eyeball to eyeball...
(Worn with Lauren Moffatt dress, vintage Celine shirt, Krystof Strozyna jacket, Nicholas Kirkwood flats, Ki:ts belt and leather bracelet)
My recent ravenous appetite for bags that makes up for about six years of not being into bag-buying have been answered with a few recent gifts/acquisitions including this cable knit Mysuelly bag from Urban Outfitters (sold out I'm afraid!). A bout of Googling reveals Mysuelly to be a French bag label that apparently French fashonistas are digging - who knows whether that was just a breezy sweeping statement to fill a few pages in a magazine. The point is, Mysuelly have pitted lush cable knit against a 'proper' structured bag along with a lovely red suede lining, all big enough to fit all the essentials. The Bags-for-Susie cause is somewhat uplifted but in part II, it gets a huge surge. Allow me to cheesily end this post with a "Watch out for the next part!".
