Ah the joy of having a birthday so close to Christmas. At around the same time as the world of fashion drops its most beautiful pieces/festive discounts, lil old me is turning old. Well, 22, which didn't seem to hurt Lily Allen.
But either way, it's cause for a celebration as I thus get a double whammy of festive joy opening the presents around the tree! (We put the tree up before my birthday) Unfortunately, I cannot quite bring myself to ask for all the things I really want, as I know full well my parents would just laugh and say 'that's lovely dear, how about a nice book?' (and in case you're wondering, Alex Box's 'The Makeup Artist') when I ask for some Erickson Beamon jewellery or a pair of Marc by Marcs. But a girl can dream.
And since I know my mum still checks my blog, here is my ultimate dream present list. It will get updated over time....
Acne Atacoma Wedges - yum yum yum.
Marc Jacobs 'Don't Fret My Pet' T-shirt - because doesn't the girl on it remind you of Violet from The Incredibles? And I love that film.
Gucci bag - because it's GORGEOUS.
Butler and Wilson rose necklace - I saw this is a shoot with The Times that featured a whole variety of animals posing/being placed in among pieces of jewellery. They had a sad-looking (but they have such big eyes that they always look sad) bassett hound wearing this. If I wore it, I would not be sad.