Archives for December 2011

Staying In, Going Out

New Years Eve splits people into two groups – those who adore going out, getting glammed up, and partying till the early hours of the morning, and those who are much happier at home. In previous years, New Years has always been a bit of a random night, usually ending up at someones house doing a bit of Singstar. The past few however have been spent at home, eating cheese and biscuits and drinking champagne – much more my sort of thing! I think thats the plan again this year, but I couldn’t not look at pretty sparkly dresses could I?

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Dresses from AX Paris, Oasis and Motel – not my usual shops to browse in (well, except Oasis) but they’ve got such gorgeous sparkly things in stock at the moment! Even better, these three brands are easy to find on most high streets, so if you are still looking for an outfit for tomorrow night, you still have time!

I never need an excuse to buy more night wear and lounge wear – theres nothing more satisfying when you get home from work to be able to put on something so much more comfortable.  This week has been so nice to be able to wear lazy clothes – I think going back to work on Tuesday will be a bit of a shock! I do want a nice set for the new year – here’s a few of my choices from Boux Avenue, Jack Wills (I know, but I love the pyjama set in their brand colours. At least I wouldn’t wear it out), Fat Face (who always have gorgeous nightwear) and Dorothy Perkins (so much of my wardrobe is coming from there lately – I’ve ended up with 5 of those circle dresses I’ve posted about before!)

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Whatever you do, I hope you have an amazing time!

Merry Christmas!

After last years craptacular non-Christmas, I was determined to have a good one this year. Alex and I drove up to Chester on Sunday morning, arriving about half 12, when the pub was quite busy. I helped myself to drinks and we tried to hide, but I still ended up working a little bit on the bar. So so so glad that is our final time working on Christmas Day! People are so rude – yes, I am working, but that doesn’t mean that you can be rude to me because its Christmas. Managed to resist snapping at one person that I hadn’t travelled 200 miles to serve them when they were whining that they were having to wait. Argh! Time was called earlier than usual, because of how rude people were and we managed to get everyone out of the pub at least an hour earlier than previous years.

It was just Alex and I, my Dad and Maria for actual dinner. My sister and her husband Craig came over after they had been to his family for dinner, and it was just a quiet relaxed evening with a lot of chocolate and cheese eaten, and a bit of gin drank. (It needs drinking, sad times. Since the pub is closing in less than a week, theres not much stock left, so instead of tonic, I had gin, lemonade and lime. It reminded me of the end of term parties we had at the Union where you’d end up with awful combinations like gin and coke. You will only ever make that mistake once)

We drove back to Bristol Monday afternoon, and I’ve been embracing the holiday – staying in my PJ’s, drinking tea all day, and munching leftovers! My company is shut down until next Tuesday, so hopefully I’ll get some productive things done while I’m out of the office, but I suspect I’ll just keep doing nothing. Its nice to do nothing when you’ve got a job to go back to – not like last year!

(photo above of me aged about 6/7, going to a disco, wearing Mum’s screw on earrings and having had my hair curled with her hot rollers. Always stylish. I actually managed not to take a single photo this holiday – not even a snap of my dinner on Instagram!)

Message On A Bottle

Subliminal messages on my shampoo – I couldn’t move to London right now, but I’m definitely hoping to be there more next year!

If you’d like to send your own message on a bottle, you can enter on the Aussie Facebook page to win one – love letter, doctors note for work, ransom note…

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