Merry and Bright

For Christmas Eve festivities, I wore the stereotypical and traditional gold metallic sweater with a black dress, which then became a skirt. Keeping with the spirit of Christmas, rec accented my lips, which was perhaps a fatal choice on my part, given that the first cocktail of the evening that I made for myself was a lemon drop with a sugared rim. Sometimes, slowly approaching the edge to stare dangerously and precariously into the abyss is a necessity.


For the sake of histrionics, feigning opening this present, from my younger brother Adam. I actually opened it on Christmas morning, while in an admittedly more disheveled state. It was a bottle of Hendrick's gin; he knows me well.


Following our Christmas Eve gift exchange with family friends, my mother reads aloud "The Night Before Christmas," and we pass around more mildly cheesy, but hilariously amazing gifts; this sounds incredibly lame when converted to prose, but in practice, is amazing, especially following cocktails and wine.




Messy though it can be, I often wish that bright red lips were appropriate daily attire. What I have, indeed, been wearing many days are these gold and orange earrings, a great church sale find, though they have not quite become a constant staple.