If you have a red skirt and a red sweater, wear them together. Don’t worry about whether the shades are the same; it’s better, really, if they are not
Ridiculous at my age that I still can’t get enough of Christmas. Every year I’m here with my bowl of Christmas pudding and I know I should shout “when” to signal no more brandy cream but… I just never do say when. I say bring it on, instead. I cry at the adverts, including (furtively) at the really rubbish ones when everyone else is eyerolling. I put Mariah on my running playlist from the first of December without fail. (Sounds weird but trust me, totally works.) I never visit fewer than two grottos. I go into John Lewis for some ribbed tights, make a sneaky detour to the Christmas shop (just to have a look) and before I know it have broken my solemn promise not to buy any more tree decorations this year. They had fluffy owls! And tiny wooden cabins! What was I supposed to do?
I would be well up for believing in Father Christmas, if it weren’t for the fact that I foresee some issues over workstream that could result in crucial targets not getting hit on the morning of the 25th. So I will content myself with making sure that “he” gets a mince pie and a largish whisky, which – I imagine – helps the Sellotape marathon go with a bang.
Related: What I wore this week: a floral dress in winter
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