Get The Party Started

Forgive me, bloggers, for I have sinned. It has been a month since my last post. I fear this blog is turning into a series of excuses.

Today, I will mostly be talking about two things. Christmas parties, and shopping.

Ding dong merrily, tis the season to don one's sparkly frock and come over all inappropriate at the office party. Across the country, amateur drinkers will be puking on their shoes tonight, having had their fill at a free bar, mopped up with a couple of sausage rolls or a bite of chicken satay. But oh, not me. Because at my work there's no Christmas party. Bah humbug. Instead, there's what's billed as a "cheese and wine evening" - presumably so as not to offend people from other religions. I like wine, I like cheese (although blue cheeses, tragically, give me migraines, despite being delicious) so what's not to love? I'll tell you what. It's held in the staff canteen. It starts at 5pm and finishes at 6.45pm. You have to pay to go.

Really? Call me a dog in the manger, and my colleagues do, but I'm not attending. The real reason for this, however, goes somewhat deeper. Back, back, back in the mists of time, I actually temped at my current workplace while I was between jobs in the glamorous world of television. And during that spell of temping, I attended said cheese and wine evening. In advance, a colleague told me that there's always someone who gets so drunk they're sick, there's always a fight, and there's always someone who ends up snogging someone they shouldn't. Yup. Me. All three. And to make it worse, the person I snogged was a girl.

So, no more cheese and wine evenings of shame for me.

To make up for my non-work party, I have embraced the blogger cliche and bought myself this little dress from Toppers.

I'd tried it on several times, and rejected it as indecently short, then it sold out, and I felt sad. So when it came back in and I was still hankering after it, I said, sod it, and bought it anyway. I'll wear it on Christmas day with opaque tights and biker boots, so hopefully it won't be too slutty looking. I also purchased this cosy parka, egged on by RS. Sensible, but still chic, no?


My other big purchase was a Cambridge Satchel Company satchel, which is a bit of a mixed bag (ha). It's certainly a thing of immense beauty - I got the navy 15" one - but actually getting it was a real bind due to poor communication, and it being sent out to my workplace with no name on the package. And even though it's MASSIVE, it's actually not quite big enough for all my junk, as the leather's so rigid. I'm hoping it will give a bit though.

In other news, RH and I received our first joint Christmas card yesterday. I didn't even flinch.

Get The Party Started - Pink