Christmases to Come
I look, almost desperately, forward to when I am old enough to throw dignified Christmas parties. I want to throw parties that are the very stuff of legend. With torches outside, liquer trickling, gigantic wine-glasses, lavish amounts of food, fruit and cheeses. From the morning on I shall prance around in a horrifying apron, cooking and singing, badly, along to the Christmas music I play, too loudly, in the living-room. Like Clarissa, I shall buy the flowers myself - white lillies perhaps, my current favourite. There would be a long table either in the kitchen or dining-room (depending on the housing), decorated with candles, flowers and perhaps some greenery - Ivy is very pretty for this kind of thing.
An hour or so before the guests arrive, I would rid myself of my apron and slippers, shower and put on a pretty dress, my Christmas Louboutins with bows, do my hair and make-up and await the guests. Mulled wine (gløgg, in Norwegian) would of course be served upon arrival, with champagne for those that prefer it. I want my Christmas parties to be tradition, much like the ones I occasionally attend now is. Parties thrown on roughly the same date every year, with more or less the same attendants, who would not miss it for the world.
Sadly, I cannot really do this sort of thing while I am still living with my parents.
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Also, I want this outfit: skinny jeans, white (a bit starched) shirt - perhaps a man's shirt, the ones for us women are hopless, mostly -, boots, perhaps a pair of bracers, the 3/4-length leather gloves, red lips and a very strict, straight bob. I want to be androgynous.
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I want to decorate my Christmas presents with real bows this year, and ribbon. Should I? Most of the family will most likely think me mad, but it would be nice. Oh, and I found a nice gift-idea for dad: a book about exclusive wines. The only catch is that he might be too well-versed on the subject to enjoy just any book.
I got the heavier moisturiser I needed, and couldn't help myself when I found this lipstick I just couldn't help myself. Justified by my needing something new when my favourite lip-gloss empties. This lipstick feels just like a gloss, and is wonderful on. And now I really must get hold of myself.
And, I have an idea for a story of sorts. I love Christmas, and I can't wait till I can start buying gifts for people.
An hour or so before the guests arrive, I would rid myself of my apron and slippers, shower and put on a pretty dress, my Christmas Louboutins with bows, do my hair and make-up and await the guests. Mulled wine (gløgg, in Norwegian) would of course be served upon arrival, with champagne for those that prefer it. I want my Christmas parties to be tradition, much like the ones I occasionally attend now is. Parties thrown on roughly the same date every year, with more or less the same attendants, who would not miss it for the world.
Sadly, I cannot really do this sort of thing while I am still living with my parents.
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Also, I want this outfit: skinny jeans, white (a bit starched) shirt - perhaps a man's shirt, the ones for us women are hopless, mostly -, boots, perhaps a pair of bracers, the 3/4-length leather gloves, red lips and a very strict, straight bob. I want to be androgynous.
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I want to decorate my Christmas presents with real bows this year, and ribbon. Should I? Most of the family will most likely think me mad, but it would be nice. Oh, and I found a nice gift-idea for dad: a book about exclusive wines. The only catch is that he might be too well-versed on the subject to enjoy just any book.
I got the heavier moisturiser I needed, and couldn't help myself when I found this lipstick I just couldn't help myself. Justified by my needing something new when my favourite lip-gloss empties. This lipstick feels just like a gloss, and is wonderful on. And now I really must get hold of myself.
And, I have an idea for a story of sorts. I love Christmas, and I can't wait till I can start buying gifts for people.