If you're thinking that this blog is a deep insightful extension of the column, you'll be rather disappointed to know that sometims a girl just wants to ramble about the good things in life, and what tickles her pink. So it's Christmas, and the two of us have head our heads in a tizzy buying last minute Christmas presents (time creeps up on you, and before you know it that Christmas party is, like, tomorrow, eep).
As girls who love to spoil our friends, any old bit of taff just won't do. That means none of those horrid ormanental things they see in abundance at all those Christamassy spreads in the middle of malls, or in the RM5 shop. Yuck. Also, no candles, BodyShop giftpacks, the nth edition of The Da Vinci Code and/or Harry Potter (get over it already), recycled boxes of chocolate or photo frames.
So we've spent more time over lunch and coffee racking our brains for the perfect gift. Eventually I decided to get everybody one of those trendy rubber ducks from RoomInteriorProducts. Cute, colourful, almost arty in a kitsch way and comes in a variety of personalities to suit your favourite friend. Hence, fashion duck, disco duck, superstar duck, pop duck, darling duck, dotti duck etc.
And tomorrow I'm off to four parties all in one night to show off the gifts, collect mine (I mean, that's the whole point right? Giving and receiving? hehe) and flounce about in a green tafetta skirt.
Merry Christmas everyone, kisses kisses kisses