Slim Paley photo
A lovely old wooden boxed Advent Calendar dear friends gave us years ago- filled with fun Christmas treats.
It’s ON my friends! December flipping FIRST already. Holy …sweet baby boy child laying in a manger…
You do realize what this means don’t you? That the concept of regular time will have no connection to normalcy.
That those who got their shopping finished in the summer, have their trees up and decorated, their holiday party ensembles already laid out (including accessories) need not flaunt their organizational skills anywhere near my direction, thank you very much.
I will be rushing here, there, everywhere, then back to there because I forgot what I went there for in the first place.
One shoulder (well, not the shoulder but the part between my shoulder and my head- my lat, or blat or whatever it’s called) will be ferociously knotted and hiked up about 2 1/2 inches higher than the other. Always attractive in a cocktail dress.
Sleep will allude me as lists, endless lists, prance persistently through my consciousness like maniacal elves.
I’ll forever be picking minuscule flecks of glitter out of my eyes, and on more than one occasion I’ll reach toward the magifying mirror for aid and think, Ya, just might be time for some Botox. But honestly, wouldn’t that require too much effort, not to mention pain?!
Perhaps a martini IS the best Botox of all. They don’t hurt a bit (unless you poke yourself with the olive skewer)
Aaaah The Holidays!!
I swear I’m mean it I’m really, really going to try to cross over to the “Got MY $%^&* TO-gethah” side next year.
In the meantime, I’m styling Old School- back to the early days of my virginal little blog when I posted much shorter, more frequent posts. So, for the month of December (which, let’s get real here, is secretly only, like two weeks long)
Wait for it…
I’m turning Slim Paley into an Advent Calendar
I’ll post every day until Christmas!
You heard me!
It will be short but hopefully sweet.
It might be only one pretty photo or tantalizing recipe, a comely gift idea, a present wrapped with love, a TV show that annoyed me, a sentimental song, or a sage tidbit of wisdom I’ve arrived at at 2:00 in the morning.
If you comment back right away & you’re in the same time zone, I’ll never quit laughing.
Which reminds me… I believe the best part of Slim Paley, certainly for me, has been this wonderful sense of “Salon” you’ve helped to create here, so please do continue to chime in with your holiday cheer… or moaning- you may have a good ole whinge with friends if you like!
Whatever the case may be,
Suggestions and stories are welcomed!
BYOB (FYI, that’s Booze Darling, not Botox)
It’s a party!
(What are yooou wearing??!)
Oh %#*^&*, see? I already made this first post way too long!
Day 1 & counting
(Mice on Sleigh by Natasha Vedeeva)