As I type this, totally hungover and bemusedly watching my Dad jive around the kitchen (at least one of us is feeling festive) I’m contemplating the meaning of Christmas. For me this boils down to some much-needed sofa time, booze (no more please) and presents.
With the world’s worst poker face and ridiculously over-the-top Yueltide generosity I’m more enthusiastic watching others open gifts than opening my own. So to save any disappointment tomorrow (not that there will be – I basically just wanted to buy this) I’m pre-empting Saint Nic’s talents – should he cruise past the chimney, be too pissed or be giving me coal – by purchasing this utterly ravishing leather lapelled coat from The Kooples. Half the original price in their sale, it’s been tempting me with cyber-Siren calls ever since I spotted it. I’ve already tried it on, so I know it will complete my very Merry Christmas.
Sorry Santa Baby, I’ve definitely outdone you this time.
Happy Holidays!
