It’s officially the beginning of December and I am not even sure how is this possible?
While I never need an excuse nor permission to lust away, I figured a blog post based on twelve days of Christmas dreaming was a fine and justifiable reason to do that very thing. Twelve days and twelve more or less lavishly, ostentatious items that would make any style maven burst at the seams with pure glee and contentment. So, on the first day of Christmas and my true love gave to me… ALL THE THNGS! Yes you read that right, this year I want all the things. I can’t help it as there are far too many material frivolities that I feel compelled to possess. Things like Italian crafted shoes by Manolo Blahnik, copious coffee table books and a Tesla. Oh how I’d really like a Tesla Santa. Undecided on the model though. Perhaps I’ll allow Santa do the deciding for me.
Onto my twelve days of Christmas dreaming.
On the first day of Christmas my true love gave to me a fabulous fine jewellery set by Lito. 14 karat gold, adorned in diamonds and a geometric shape; oh yes please. A clean and edgy design paired with geometric lines that create a beautifully charismatic statement. No one is going to want to mess with the girl who wears these. Separately or together. She may or may not accompany such fierceness with some slick leather somethings and sky high you-know-whats. Oh and quite possibly a little Saint Laurent with lips enhanced with something resplendently vibrant from Charlotte Tilbury.
On the second day of Christmas my true love gave to me an array of much needed interior pieces. I am very much in an “out with the old, in with the new” frame of mind but while still keeping sustainability in the forefront of my mind. It sounds like a total contradiction. So my search for dainty homewares requires pieces that will remain with me for a lifetime. Items like that “I swear on my Chanel” pillowcase which seemingly has actual meaning for me. And then there is that print. Oh that print! While I certainly do not condone gun use, I do appreciate the eccentricity and conversation such a piece will no doubt bring.
On the third day of Christmas I definitely want need a cobalt blue pair of Manolo Blahnik Hangisi pumps. Regardless of a twelve days of Christmas dreaming list, I don’t think there has been a single Christmas wherein these heels have not made my personal wishlist. Made infamous by the Sex and the City Movie; you know, that pair. I honestly think every single fashionista or SATC lover forever dreams about traipsing about in these shoes at some point in their lives. Be it in New York City itself or in the comfort of your own living room’s bamboo floor. Either way you’ll be painting the night blue, wherever you find yourself.
Since I have a mild, bordering on obsessive obsession with coffee table books, on the fourth day of Christmas my true love would know to spoil me with a good six or seven hardcover copies. For me they’re like miniature works of art containing words and glorious photography. Aside from reading material they also make for some pretty dazzling home decor at that. These days it seems like everyone is artfully styling their coffee tables or lining their bookshelves with them. Some even utilising stacks of them as nightstands. Regardless of trends, this is something that most people have been doing this for years now. I’ve personally been lusting over this collection of Frank Lloyd Wright works for many years now. And that Kate Moss has frighteningly remained untouchable.
On the fifth day of Christmas my true love brought me a small handful of Samantha Wills crystal necklaces. Rose quartz for love, amethyst for strength and howlite for serenity. I’ve been actively embracing and collecting crystals this year, not just for their enchantingly impossible creation but for their energy and general good vibes. Actually, as you begin the process of delving deeper into their meanings and symbology, they become rather addictive. Once you start you just can’t stop. That said if I begin showing signs of obsessiveness much like Spencer Pratt did towards the end of The Hills, then someone immediately intervene please. Or not. He’s now turned that adoration and appreciation into a business.
On the sixth day of Christmas my true love gave to me one pair of perforated espadrilles, one stripy muscle sleeved tank and a black vegan leather bralette from Seed. Because one humble pair of Manolo’s on a twelve days of Christmas dreaming list is simply not. And seemingly I am yearning to add yet another pair to my ever-growing collection. These are perforated and black and white and did I say perforated? Perforated. It is summer over in Australia so perforated stuff is highly coveted; especially in todays not so glorious humidity. Summer you really suck sometimes. And stripes always make for a wise sartorial investment.
On the seventh day of Christmas my true love gave to me a candle by Tom Dixon, another candle by Jonathon Adler, perfume by Chanel and more perfume by Byredo, lipstick and bronzer by NARS and a super luxurious hand cream by Grown Alchemist. Swooning over all these beauty pieces above. In particular, I’ve been dying to get my hands over that Coco Noir and that Tom Dixon candle. Anything that contains or makes use of decadent marble in the packaging itself always has me at hello.
On the eighth day of Christmas my true love gifted me a beyond striking gold watch by Michael Kors. Gold and gold and more gold. That is the key to my materialistic heart. A timeless timepiece perhaps encrusted with precious stones and contrasting roman numerals and dials. Like the watch above or this similar version here or even this smartwatch too. I think what I adore most is how edgy and sporty it remains despite some serious glam and bling vibes. It really does make a statement and while being slightly unique. It almost feels too special to wear. Almost. I am really vying for this. Not just on my twelve days of Christmas dreaming list but also on my actual wrist.
On the ninth day of Christmas my true love gave to me a leopard print Dilan tote by Chloe. I’ve been stuck searching for a shopper for some months now since there are far too many charming designer options out there for a girl to decide between. For example Givenchy or Valentino? Chloe or Sophie Hulme? What is a girl to do.
And on the tenth day of Christmas my wonderful true love gifted me another bag in leopard print. During my search I also encountered the same leopard print but in a shoulder bag design. And both by Chloe. And since I could’t decide between the two I said screw it, I’ll have both. A slight case of Veruca Salt coming through but whatever, I said I want it and I want it nooooow.
On the eleventh day of Christmas my true love gave me even more gold. Because this Brooke Gregson necklace has my name all over it and literally my zodiac sign and constellation; Aquarius. So perhaps the latter is in no way a coincidence but believing so makes the hefty price tag worthwhile. Not that my heart needs convincing, it’s that retched head of mine, insisting on being so overly financially sensible. It doesn’t matter I have been searching for a zodiac pendent. A necklace with an oval or circular pendent doesn’t appear to be something one would be hard pressed in locating but let me tell you it is. It really is.
On the twelve day of Christmas my true love gave to me a caviar vanity bag, a gold coin bracelet, a maxi 2.55 handbag, another gold bracelet and a black basketball. For my twelve days of Christmas dreaming my true love utterly spoiled me with Chanel. Vintage Chanel. Say no more. Who wouldn’t be impressed with vintage Chanel? I’ve been lusting over a maxi quilted handbag since forever so whenever one pops up online I am as giddy as a child in a candy store. Then I see the price and I am brought back to reality. One day, Sonia, one day. Imagine actually receiving these on a fine Christmas morn? Even just one. I imagine you’d be very much impressed. Especially with that basketball. It wouldn’t be for obvious use, except on a drunken Friday night with that uninvited “friend of a friend” house guest. It does make for a conversational piece. The only thing that could top that basketball would be a Chanel surfboard.
And that concludes my twelve days of Christmas dreaming. This was one hell of a post so thank you to those who stuck around and read through all of my twelve musings. I truly hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed composing it. And I’d love to know what your favorites are. I’d actually love to know what you’re hoping for this Christmas. Be it as frivolous as twelve days of Christmas dreaming list above or something personally more meaningful. And if you happen to know the secret to acquiring all the pieces above with a mere snap of a finger, then please, prey tell.