Today is the sixth of January, Little Christmas or Woman’s Christmas in many parts of the world. In Cork, it has mutated into Little Woman’s Christmas, which is totally wrong, but when you imagine the womenfolk in your neighbourhood selling their hair for wigs or exchanging pickled limes it can make a fun mental image (a prize for the first person to get those references).
Women traditionally get together to have dinner, share their Christmas experiences and talk about how successful a haul they had, gift-wise. You know, the TRUE spirit of Christmas stuff. None of that religion guff.
Here are some of my presents.
A bottle of Chanel No.5
Gareth Pugh x Mac Nail Polish
A beautiful Vogue print
Some inspiring books and magazines (Dad, I really hope that ‘Classy’ was a joke. I’m the perfect little lady *belches*).
A pair of out-of-this-world moon boots
A vintage brooch
An incredibly warm fuzzy festive feeling.
And a partridge in a pear tree. No, sorry, that’s an Illamasqua lipgloss
So, to my very generous family and friends, I say thank you. You guys are the best.