12...

When I started writing this post it was all, "If I see 2011 around here again I'm going to kick its arse out of the door, slam it hard, barricade it and run away screaming." But then I realised that makes no sense in the context of the blog, because I don't really blog about personal stuff. And let's keep things positive, hmm? Then I thought I can easily get away with glossing over 2011 by making

UH, DECEMBER...

Merry merry...
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HOLIDAY TREAT...

I am the Christmas Awkward Photobooth™angel and I come bearing holiday treats from Family Affairs! Holiday treats is when different pieces go on sale each day going up to Christmas. It's kind of like an advent calendar, except when you open up door number 22 you get me and the lovely metallic striped Fellini blouse, which is subtly festive, no? It's 30% off today ONLY here  - and it's the first

THE LIGHT...

I finally understand why someone would want to live in a loft.

{Johanna Burke's home © Grace Villamil / Freunde von Freunden}

ACCIDENTAL WISH LIST...

MHL Margaret Howell Guernsey pocket sweater, Celine bag (jus keep dreamin), Minimarket hat,

National Trust blanket (I own it, it's tres chic and it's only £27), L'Econome veg knife, Musgo Real Orange Amber Cologne,

Le Creuset square grill, Sermoneta gloves, Farmacia Santa Maria Novella pot pourri (this smells really...specific - kind of like Vicks Vapour Rub?)

Diana Vreeland The Eye Has

REPORTS OF MY DEMISE ARE GREATLY EXAGGERATED...

I've been here there and everywhere - well, apart from here evidently. Does two weeks without a post constitute internet death still, or are things more flexible these days? I have only this paltry handful of Instagrams to offer the internet today. Tomorrow, we'll see. Or the next day.