I’ve got FOMO ~ Fear Of Merry Overload
It’s that premature time of year again:
Invitations to ‘silent night’ shrilled suppers (Already?!)
An inbox littered with stocking filler threats
The innocent LBD now a badge of honour for the carb consumed fashionista.
Yes I have the fear!
It began when Mother luxe mentioned fleetingly we should plan a pre Christmas mooch.
She followed it up a week later with a groupon link to a city-break in Bavaria. Only the mere mention of a meat market brings out my sausage reflux. No foot-long bap and bratwurst will come between me and my ‘carb-free Christmas countdown?
There’s a bitter taste of local brewed beer and oily onion lingering. Me and my fox stole aren’t a free fur-all!
Mr. Luxe, in an enlightened (sleep deprived) state suggested it was round about now that I present to him my Christmas gift wish-list.
12 days of Christmas?
Tops marks Luxe – FOMO is instantly cured… here it is:
1 – The Bag. ‘CELINE’s “luxe lust” Trapeze’. Mr. Luxe might remember this from last years wish list – the gift fairies got lost and I got a less than impressive satchel. It was regifted.
Tri-colour ideally, I’ve been building my winter wardrobe around this piece since AW/12 #justsaying
2 – Literary Luxe. The only thing festive about my literature is the F word:
-Fashion forward
-Found in hardback
-Figures and filmstars heavy (editorial opinions optional)
I like it to double up as coffee table candy for maximum pleasure.
My eyes are itching for Isabella Blow by Martina Rink – a picturebook with ‘steal for future’ fashionista quotes.
I’ve spied ‘The Little Black Jacket’ – Chanel’s ‘Lagerfeld shot/Roitfeld styled colab – how do I not have this already?!
But HOT off the press – Rizzoli releasing a book of Fendi’s Milan expo ‘Gruppo Di Famiglia In Un Interno’ is a must for the discerning Fendi~Obssessed~M~O.
3 – The Scent. ANY Cire Trudon candle or spray. One word – Scentsational.
4 – Lingerie Luxe. I discovered Agent Provocateur way back when so this is a stocking filler staple Mr. Luxe wouldn’t forget. I’ve already sized up the fluoro pink Margot set for starters.
5 – Sweet. Like. Chocolate.
Not foolproof. And Mother luxe will succumb to the supermarket 3 for 2 fill of Terrys chocolate orange. But I want the grown-up fare.
A bejewelled box of yumminess which belies true love. Each Bonbon echoing ‘I climbed a cacao tree and sponsored fairtrade farmers in Guatemala to bring you the tastiest truffles in the Northern hemisphere…’ blah blah blah.
6 – Spa Luxe. A pamper day – for 2. A day for Mr. Luxe and I to wander round aimlessly in a cloud of fluffy robes and rose oils. Fuelled by champagne. NB: I’m thinking instagram worthy, Conde naste rated..Obvs!
7 – Luggage Luxe. I am a luggage whore. I binge on cabin sized wheelies – I have a room at home dedicated to them. My latest bag swag is a neutral palette of LV love. What I can’t squeeze in to it – really isn’t worth squeezing. The carry-on is ready for a wheelie wing-man. I’m lusting after the Lulu Guinness Lips collection. Pillar box Red. Very British.
8 – Luxe Clutch. I want it to be season neutral, a day-to-night affair, somewhere to keep my life/iphone safe, it’ll need to store the facepaint and (now fringe is on the scene) a comb/hairspray/mirror. I’d like my new sized up clutch to be buttery soft and Brit-Luxe. I found her: a Mulberry masterpiece – she’s called Clemmie, she’s super slick, the perfect partner to my monochrome ‘moment’.
9 – Phone Home Luxe. Iphone candy should sparkle and the glitter gods at Bobelle London have answered my prayers. This case needs a night out, like right now!
10 + 11 – Mother and Child (Luxe Overload). We’ll be hanging out in London post-Christmas fear: me loafing in Knightsbridge, Boo abluting at Harrods Pet Spa. He’s requested a Puppy Cake pre pamper.
12 – I’d prefer a credit card
I just hope we’re not disappointed….
