Last night I brought the 1950's back and put on some Dean Martin and Frank Sinatra tunes and strolled around the house in a dress and my (mucky) pink cupcake apron. I substituted the dry martini for a lychee rubicon though. Wrapping Christmas presents always puts me in the most festive, homely mood.
After a hectic day at work, running around a large 5 acre site, hijacking one of the work buggies, kissed a giant Rottweiler, put up three other Christmas trees, dealing with Security, Reception, and consultants, fighting my way through the rush hour, cooking dinner, laundry, and a general tidy up I felt like Carol Brady on a sugar rush.
This weekend I am off to peruse the Christmas markets of Brussels. Although unlikely, I'm imagining rivers of chocolate and cinnamon which I can dive into like fat little Augustus Gloop.
Where The Wild Things Are opens on Friday, so excited.
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