Dear Santa,
The Body Shop gift boxes, M&S pajamas and celebrity biographies are lovely, they really are, but I'm beginning to worry you're now lumping me in the same box as my own mother when it comes to Christmas gifts. Have I really been put out to pasture as the perfect recipient of a pair of slipper socks and a lavender scented cushion already? For you - and the friends, family and other halves of the many like-minded fashionistas out there - here are the things we'd really like for Christmas. Maybe.
A shopping trip to New York
Santa, even if you don't send me on a trip to the Big Apple, might I suggest you get yourself there? There are two dollars to the pound at the moment. Two! That means the new Erin Fetherston for Target collection is even better value to us than it is to US natives. And don't get me started on the Marc Jacobs...buy one handbag and you've already saved enough to pay for the airfare and still make a saving.
Pout Cosmetics
After Christmas, Pout makeup will be no more as the brand shifts its focus to more profitable products. So now is the time to stock up on Flush Blush, Pout Plump and other beautiful packaged and now half-price beauty bits for me and my fellow fashionistas. A girl can never have enough blusher, honest.
Various coffee table books
I don't know about you, Santa, but sometimes I have posh friends round and I want to make my scruffy home look a bit more grown up. I do this by using actual wine glasses (instead of plastic ones) and artfully arranging heavy tomes on subjects like Fashion Illustration, The Oscars and Burlesque on my coffee table. I think my mates are fed up of Dita Von Teese now though, so perhaps some new pretentious books are in order?
A trashy name necklace
They're naff, they're childish, they're even worse than the gold one Carrie Bradshaw wore. So obviously, they're fabulous, and they make great talking points at bars, pubs and parties. I already have a Tatty Devine and a Heidi Seeker one, so next on my list is Punky Pins' supremely customisable option.
Lulu Guinness bedlinen
I know this is straying into the 'are you shopping for me or my mother' territory again, Santa, but I work in a office full of young women and when this was suggested as a Christmas gift, the whole room let out a collective sigh. But old Lulu does charge £1,000 for a hot pink satin comforter. Maybe just the sheets then, eh?
stay tuned for five more next week, Santa baby...
