All I want for Christmas

Nobody is entirely sure when Christmas became less about the birth of Jesus, being selfless and appreciating loved ones (although this all still exists, it remains in small quantities and mainly on Christmas Eve) and more about presents, 'wish-lists' and getting drunk on mulled wine.

However, it appears in the 21st Century the most important things about Christmas involve big department stores (Liberty's, Harrods and Selfridges remain my favourites) and their extremely festive spirit - and christmas window displays. They love cooing over what you have bought and must take some sort of pleasure by attacking you with perfumes on entering their rose-tinted, glossed over, 'isn't life a ball' esque world.

This is far from a complaint - and seeing as I took a rather festive trip to Oxford Street this morning, I've decided to compile a small wish list of gifts I would love Santa to place on the foot of my bed come December 25th. (NB: I say wish list because some - actually all - of the following items are so far out of my price range I'd have to sell a member of my family on the black market to attain any of said garments. BOO.)

My favourite website to peruse these desires is normally http://www.net-a-porter.com/ however I've had time to browse so here are my top items that I will crave for a least a month before I forget about the overpriced commodoties that will never grace my wardrobe and head to Urban Outfitters to buy a top that I'll see three girls trying on at the same time, one other girl buying and at least six girls on my Christmas Eve night out actually wearing. Here are my seven sins for December. Oh joy. Merry Christmas.

One.
Acne.
Leather: Rita 2


"Short biker jacket in beautifully finished lamb leather. Comes with a detachable fur collar." Enough Said.

Two. 
Little Black Dress.
"Robert Rodriguez’s asymmetric studded dress is this season’s example of edgy glamour. Embrace its rock credentials with heeled ankle boots and a cropped leather jacket." Basically sex in a dress.

Three.

Miu Miu. Embellished wool crepe skirt. Fierce.

Four. Lanvin. Birthday Canvas Tote. The first canvas bag I have seen over £465...Hmm. Beautiful.

Five. Yves Saint Laurent. I wouldn't even care if this was my wedding ring. In fact, I would marry the man who bought this for me. In both colours.

WOW.

Six. Miu Miu. Perfection.

 

Seven.

3.1 Phillip Lim. Studden leather gloves. An investment. I'm in love.

 

This list could go on. These probably aren't even my favourite things on the list. I've racked up an imaginary bill over over £15,000. Where's my boyfriend with his black AMEX.

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Fashion and it's Friends

Whilst being at university for 3 years a lot in my life changed. Most obviously my style. I took my first footsteps into Primark (er..what a lovely experience), I also began my first wave of 'charity shop shopping' with my friends and once spent a whole friday night trying to make a fuscia pink silk skirt. I'd rather oddly convinced myself it was a brilliantly artistic and innovative way to make clothes that I didn't see in the shops. And as I spent around £40 (money I will never see again) in John Lewis, I remember feeling full of hope and pride that I was going to construct a garment so beautiful I'd have a queue of friends wanting to be fitted for ones similar...

Ahem. Famous last words. Cue to me four hours later sitting in a pile of pink fabric, pins, zips and my own self pity. I still don't know to this day how I managed to ever get my head around believing this was a good idea. It was only on my fourth attempt when my friend asked me if I had ever made a skirt before that I realised I had as much hope of making a Vuitton-esque creation as he did of finding a girlfriend.

So this post is dedicated to my friends and our fashion throughout university. I was lucky enough to live with two incredibly stylish girls in my second year who lured me out of my comfort zone in order for me to truely experiement with fashion - how could I ever thank them. Well I've promised them the skirt episode will never happen again...However I have been tempted by old Vogue templates. No? Maybe I'll leave it to the experts.

A couple of my best friends feature in this post and although there have been times (Mr Wakeford especially) that we have raised eyebrows regarding their ourfit choices, all I can say is at least they had the guts to raise eyebrows in the first place. Who else could pull off a velvet jacket on New Years Eve and get nothing but compliments? (and alot of odd stroking). Although much of his style is based upon what he can get in a skip (don't ever ask him about his Levi's) and the odd charity shop buy for under a tenner, he has a brilliant sense of style and without a doubt the only person who could look at something on the hanger that everybody else would steer clear of for fear of being looked at in jest and actually pull it off. Congratulations Stu, you'll never get a girl, but at least you've got some style.

Another of my best mates, Miss Case has an eye for some rather interesting pieces. She too holds investment in velvet - this time in the form of a mustard coloured dress. She also once owned a pair of leather trousers (I know no other girl who could look as hot in them) and has so many corsages she could probably open her own shop. She's a bit of a clothes whore. She's a clothes hoarder. She is one of my only girlfriends who I have fun shopping with because we are completely honest with each other. There are no niceties when we shop, no "Yeah, it's very you" or "Oh yeah, you look so cute in it". We are more to the point with the "As if you are gonna buy that" and the "It's actually disgusting". It's fun because even when she tells me she thinks my clothes are hideous, it doesn't stop me from buying them it just makes me want them more. She is confident with her clothes and that is one of the things I love about her. And she's the most hilarious drunk you will ever meet. Fact.

THE END.