The Femme Noël | December 24, 2010 | Comments (5)
You’d better watch out.
You’d better not cry.
You’d better not pout – I’m telling you why!
Santa Claus is coming to town. It’s Christmas Eve, everyone! The FFAF household is all bustling with excitement (and buzzing from a steady stream of mimosas). The presents are all piled high, the fire is ready for lighting (once it cools down – it’s glorious and warm out today!), the homemade shortbread and pumpkin cheesecake are baking and everything is delightful. M’s mama is here and we’re all enjoying her stay, the petite is reveling in sundry birthday pleasures (grandma french braided her hair, she’s wearing her new Anderson Silva t-shirt, and watching a Twilight Saga marathon) before we head out later this evening for a celebratory dinner at an Indian restaurant.
Thirteen, the petite has declared, is the year she’ll develop a refined taste for Indian food.
Hair-whipping. I hear it’s a thing.
Kidding, kidding. So, when we last left off, M was discussing work holiday parties and you saw her ensemble. Here is mine! I was going to go with a festive green frock, but it felt a little too whimsical and not quite serious enough for a professional event. This felt more in line, and when M found her tartan plaid tie, that was that! It was settled immediately. Conservative cut, bold color, glittering gold accessories. Done and done!
Dress: Donna Ricco
Shoes: Linea Paolo
Clutch: Handmade
Necklace: Banana Republic
Cocktail Ring: H&M
Barrette: Buffalo Exchange
These shoes are high as a kite, but comfortable as all get-out. Honest. I was worried, but they were a dream all night long! I am also rocking the OPI “Burlesque” nail polish in “Bring On The Bling”, which is still my current favorite. It was a great evening. The galleries were fascinating. Dinner was pleasant. The obligatory work bit was amusing to employees and SOs alike. The desserts were mountains of mouth-watering petit fours. The museum itself, as I said before, is just beautiful.
I still love that we hightailed it out of there as the dancing began and made a beeline for The Lexington. For proper drinks. Of course.








































