(Dress: Vintage Allure, Christmas gift from my parents)
This dress is called “Ethel”, but I will forever think of it as “Roisin”, because it was lovely Roisin who introduced me to Vintage Allure in general, and to the Ethel dress in particular, so thank you to her, and thanks too, of course, to my fabulous parents, who picked up on all my oh-so-subtle hints (My mum: “What do you think Terry would like for Christmas this year?” Me: “You know, it’s the weirdest thing, but he won’t stop talking about this dress from Aspire Style! Here, let me show you it…”) and arranged for this to be under the tree in the middle of the living room floor on Christmas morning.
We’re off out now to ring in the New Year, first of all with Terry’s family, and then with some friends of ours, who also very graciously picked up on all of our, “Gosh, wouldn’t it be great if someone had a party on New Year’s Eve, and it can’t be us because it just can’t!” hints and invited a bunch of us around for a party. As some of you may know, I hate New Year with a terrible, fiery hate, which I would explain to you in great detail, except I’m much too lazy and we really will have to leave soon, so here’s a blank space where you can all feel free to imagine what I WOULD have said if I could’ve been bothered:
<insert hatred of New Year here>
I’m sure this year will be much less mournful than usual, though, so that’s something. Thank God for good friends, eh?
I was also going to do one of those end of year round-up things that bloggers always do, but as ever, I just thought, “meh, that’s what the archives are for”, so if you really want to know what I got up to this year, you’ll find the link at the top of the page. It was more or less just, “Blah blah, work, blah blah people who think I’m a shop, blah blah identity theft on the Internet, blah blah ashcloud, weather, FLORIDA YAY!, weather, weather, SHOOOS!, weather, SHOOS!, blah blah winter, OMGSNOW, snowsnowsnow, HOLIDAY!, the end.”
And now that we’re actually at the end, both of Dressember, and of 2010 (Oh God, here we go, I can feel myself getting maudlin. Dad, if you’re reading this, get the wine ready for tomorrow. Also the whisky. Now would be a good time to produce that pony, too, just FYI), all that remains for me to say is so long, and thanks for all fish. No, wait! All that remains for me to say is Happy New Year when it comes (if you can possibly try to imagine me slurring that line through my maudlin tears, it would make it more accurate), and I hope you all have a wonderful 2011. I also want to thank each and every single one of you for talking the time to read and comment here, and I’m not just saying that: if you were all here right now, I actually would go round and give each one of you a big, squishy hug. It would be a bit awkward, but I would mean well, I promise.
Now, where’s that whisky?*
(* I don’t actually drink whisky.)
(Well, not yet, anyway…)