she dreams of sun and candles...

I have always despised having a December birthday, especially a day so close to Christmas. During school years the date is constantly overlooked due to winter vacation, as you get older only a fraction of your guestlist attends the birthday party, while others have jetted to an exotic location, or are catering towards visiting relatives. My birthday slots perfectly between my father's and Christmas, so when my day finally rolls around, most family are extremely hungover and resting for Christmas morning.

An ideal birthday would take place in August, on a comfortably hot day. I dream of breezy summer weather, sipping champagne in grass fields, homemade vanilla cake with too sweet strawberry frosting, picking wildflowers, a fruit and cheese picnic, and lightly tanned skin after a long, laughter filled day.

Maybe next lifetime...

she feels the crunch...

we heart it

The credit crunch solution to a designer frock addiction....I'm partial to the classic, black Chanel carrier (I imagine it would be slimming), which would you choose?

she dreams of a shimmering christmas...

we heart it
(my ideal holiday attire.)

My December brings...
sheets of twinkling lights, flickering white birthday candles, sequin adorned hips swaying to a steady beat, long stemmed glasses brimming with glistening bubbles, steaming cappuccinos with a generous sprinkle of cinnamon, buzzing wine filled laughter, round tables gorged with spiced, fragrant Chinese cuisine, supple leather and silk resembling glossy pages, tinges of lime floating in ice immersed Grey Goose, flashes of red and green dispersed through plush grass, and comfortably warm weather.

I cannot wait!

she experienced the perfect detour...

Vintage Wrangler vest, vintage blouse and necklace, Topshop skirt, H&M bracelets.

Sunday took an unexpected turn when our usual lunching joint, Electric Brasserie, experienced technical difficulties, and could no longer provide for our rumbling stomachs. I suggested a minuscule detour to take advantage of the many authentic Italian eateries in our local vicinity. We munched on the perfect balsamic with rosemary bread, giant artichokes, lobster spaghetti, and sliced rare sirloin. The evening closed with a short pub visit with the dog, and a dose of guilty pleasure television. A perfect Sunday.

Out of Service

Zara blazer, Topshop tunic, H&M bracelets.

It seems each time the boy and I head eastward, it is to attend a party and return home in a heap of mess to an incredibly giddy puppy. Last night the event of choice was in honor of TOMO Photography and Random Magazine, held at superclub The Arches. We found ourselves immersed in live bands, streams of vodka, and eccentric photography. The night closed with a pit stop at Buddha Bar, and a finishing cocktail at our preferred local, E&O. A Friday night in bed may be essential...just this once.

she plans for a gratifying start...

Zara Gilet, Topshop dress/tunic and boots, Georg Jensen necklace.

As 2010 tugs closer by day, I begin contemplating what next year may bring. The majority maintain the ritual of New Years resolutions, an unfeasible list of goals which are almost always unreachable, but I prefer partaking in "pre" New Years resolutions. Personal objectives I hope to reach before Jan 1st, so each year commences with an air of contentment rather than failure.

The rules for "pre" New Years resolutions are as follows:

• must be achievable within 8 weeks
• nothing too strenuous (it is still the holiday season)
• cannot interfere with your social life
• each resolution should be at least slightly enjoyable

Here are mine: go to the gym for at least 30 mins a day, purchase three perfect dresses (one for my birthday, one for Christmas, and one for New Years Eve), do an at home facial once a week, consume less fast food, and make more efforts to meet up with friends I don't often see.

What are yours?

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