Tonight is my staff Christmas party.

I’m wearing the same dress I wore last year.

Now, for those of you ladies who just clutched your chest in horror at the spectre of a fashion repeat, let me fill in a few blanks:

• The dress is too epic for just one wearing
• We have lots of new staff who haven’t seen it
• When I twirl in it, I feel like Audrey Hepburn

The last one is reason enough to practically SLEEP in the thing. Which I did. For about ten minutes. When I got home from the party last year.

SO.

I think I’m going hair down and curly, and sparkly makeup for that festive, “MY FACE IS A DISCO BALL” appeal.

I wish I could rock something a little more edgy, but have you looked at me? Not so edgy. I don’t think my face has seen an edge since I fell down at a rink and someone nearly skated over my head. I am more Myrna Loy than Debbie Harry.

I’m excited to be going out, I must say.
I could use the going out. I love the going out.

And I enjoy the people I work with, which makes me really, really lucky. I don’t even NEED to bring a date, which is GOOD, because James Blake was not free this evening.

And on another, unrelated yet Christmassy note…

LOOK. SNOW. MAYBE.

Now THAT would be sweet.