'Tis the season to be jolly... (sung to the appropriate tune...)
but Craig and I are in danger of turning eating, drinking and being-merry into an extreme sport around here lately! Don't get me wrong, I just love parties and getting together with friends and we have certainly been doing such a lot of this. There has been some sort of party, Christmas-do, or gathering, like, almost every night, over the past week. Yesterday we had a particularly nice get-together with my Monday morning gals and our husbands. It was just delightful. Without a doubt all of our social-butterflying has been lovely. However my poor constitution needs a break or I am going to end up the size of a house, and dyspeptic to boot. Now, I am happily blessed with a cast-iron stomach, and ordinarily I'm not one to look a gift hors-d'oevre or chocolate truffle in the mouth ... but dry toast and water is sounding like a pretty nice menu to me right now.
Luckily, I have almost two whole days off before the next Christmas party tomorrow night.
So until then, I declare this bod a rich-party-food-and-champagne free zone...
Skirt; partly my own design, based on Vogue 7303, python print and black satin
Camisole and cardigan; Country Road
Scarf; jersey knit
Sandals; akiel, from an op shop