Christmas is still a week away, but I’m already over it.
So many things to do, so little time. Parties, open-houses and Christmas trains, shopping and wrapping, travelling and eating. I wish I could plan it so everything happens all on one day, and in one place. But even if that was possible, it would probably end in disaster. I can see it now. My mother would be hiding in a corner somewhere clutching her pearls while an overly buff man dances on a table and strips off a Santa suit to progressive holiday house music.
Over this holiday season, I will be constantly switching between party dresses and elastic waistband pants. It’s the season of excess and over-indulgence right? (See: story of my life.)