I told you you hadn’t seen the last of me yet!
Now that all of the stress n’shopping is out of the way, I’m finally starting to get into the Christmas spirit, and as you can see, I’ve even gone so far as to purchase a Christmas jumper. Well, sort of. I mean, it’s not THAT Christmassy, but it’s close enough for someone like me, who’s never owned a Christmas jumper in her life – no, not even as a child, as far as I can remember – and who had no intention of ever buying one. Because I hate them. Sorry, people who love Christmas jumpers.
A few days ago, though, I was browsing the Collectif website, and I came across this one. “If I was the sort of person who bought festive knitwear,” I thought, “That’s totally the piece of festive knitwear I’d buy. It’s green, it’s fitted, it doesn’t have anything on it that lights up, or plays a tune… yes, that would be the Christmas jumper for me!”
Then, a few days later, I looked at it again, and I thought, “I AM going to buy a piece of festive knitwear! And that IS the piece of festive knitwear I’m going to buy.”
So I bought it.
Then I bought this skirt to go with it.
Then, shortly afterwards, my order confirmation arrived… along with an email letting me know the Collectif sale would be starting the very next day, and everything on the site would be half price, yay! I kid you not: the two emails arrived at EXACTLY THE SAME TIME, so if I’d just waited a few minutes, I’d have known to wait until the next morning, when I’d have saved 50% on my order. That’s what I get for buying festive knitwear, I guess.
(I did email them to ask if they’d allow me to cancel the order, but they didn’t bother to reply. Ah well, all’s fair in love and shopping, I guess…)
Anyway. As you can see from the photos, it wasn’t just the Not-Really-a-Christmas sweater which came to our house this week, it was Christmas itself – ALSO not really. Terry and I always spend Christmas day with family (this year Terry’s mum is in Kent, but most years we’ll open gifts with my folks in the morning, and then with Terry’s side later in the day), but now that we have our non-Christmas tree, and a house we actually don’t mind spending time in, we decided to start a new tradition whereby we’d exchange our gifts to each other early.
We HAD actually intended to wait until Christmas Eve to do this, but Terry thought I might like to use my gift before the day itself, and he was totally right about that, because it was a gel nail kit, and now I have glittery gold nails, which will hopefully see me through the party season without the need to re-apply polish. We also had gifts from various family members who we won’t be seeing on Christmas day to open, and Rubin was being driven crazy by one particular parcel, so we allowed him to open his gift from my sister-in-law and family, and very excited he was, too.
(I’m saving the rest of mine until tomorrow, though. It just seems plain WRONG to do it any earlier, somehow.)
Seeing as we were all FINALLY in the Christmas spirit (and also seeing as Rubin had just had his Christmas bath, the effects of which last for approximately 1 hour, before he goes out and rolls in something unmentionable), I thought it would be nice to try and use the self-timer to get a little group shot of the three of us:
Well, you know what they say about never working with children or animals. It turned out to be impossible to get all of us looking at the camera at the same time (You can tell I’m the blogger in the family by the way I maintain a rigid smile-to-camera, while my partners in crime goof around behind me. You just can’t get the staff, can you? I’m wondering now if the really big bloggers hire actors for this kind of thing? Something to keep in mind for next year, I guess!), and ONE member of the group was so excited by the parcels on the floor – one of which had emitted a tell-tale squeak when I picked it up – that he alternated between SO EXCITED IMA LICK YOUR FACE OFF! and pretending he was being restrained against his will. Which he kind of was, actually. And that’s why you don’t often see photos of Terry on this blog, boom boom!
Anyway! After a few minutes, I realised that these shots of Terry and I holding what appears to be a small, furry prisoner were the best I was going to get, so all that remains now is for me to wish you all a very happy Christmas if you’re celebrating, and an excellent rest of the week if you’re not.