Christmas arrives

As December arrives, we embrace the joy of parties, the thrill of shopping, and the magic of theatre, all while skillfully balancing reality and normality.

I’ve noticed that I only seem to buy stamps or visit the post office in December, and I'm shocked by how much the prices have increased. I belong to a generation that values writing cards. Every year, I receive fewer and fewer cards, and now I understand why.

The tradition of home decoration has now extended to gardens, steps, and driveways. In Notting Hill, this has evolved into a stunning Winter Wonderland, where neighbours actively compete to outshine one another. It’s all about image, money and the fear of not fitting in.

I eagerly anticipate the Christmas editions of my favourite magazines this year, but they seem to lack the usual sparkle. When I laid eyes on the cover of Vogue, I mistook it for the January edition—it felt so devoid of festivity. Over the years, I've cherished and saved countless Christmas magazines, but this year, that tradition will come to a pause. Where has all the magic gone? It appears that online editions are now in the spotlight, while most stores offer only a handful of copies of each publication. Is this the beginning of a trend.

In a delightful twist for my street, the Christmas tree lights began to twinkle in November, casting a magical glow over the neighbourhood. Two elegant gold stags, adorned with shimmering diamanté antlers, ensure that the pizza restaurant shines brightly, inviting late-night revellers to bask in its warmth. Amid the shadows of financial uncertainties and a scarcity of prosperity, those who chose to deck their halls early did so to lift the gloom.

I was determined to uphold my tradition, so I proudly hung my homemade wreath after adjusting the settings on my air fryer. I dried out some oranges and settled in to watch a Christmas film featuring Mrs Miracle. With my feet up and candles lit, I fully embraced the moment. I refuse to let the stress of late workdays or chaotic shopping centres overshadow my December.

Festive dressing means anything goes, including sequins, and I was ready to stand out for brunch. I confidently opened my box of glittering outfits, chose the boldest piece I could pull off, and set off for a vegetarian Christmas treat. When I arrived, it was clear that I was the only one who dared to break the mould—everyone else was in black.

Returning to black for a mid-week catch-up. After not wearing leggings for years, I wanted to show off my knee-high boots. It was only after I posted these images that I was rather alarmed by how skinny my legs looked. I will stick to more flattering trousers in 2026. Or maybe just donate them?

Hello! Covent Garden stands out as one of my favourite shopping destinations. Its blend of vibrant markets and high-end stores is unbeatable. December is the perfect time to visit; the atmosphere is electric with tourists. I make it a point to stroll through, coffee in hand, and walk down Piccadilly to Fortnum & Mason. Even without gifts to buy, I fully embrace the festive spirit during my walk.

Christmas is a celebration of the entire season, not just a single day; it embodies a sense of magic and reflection. It is essential to spend time with friends and family, relish in delicious food and drinks, enjoy cocktails, dress up, and take a break from the daily grind. Embrace the joy and festivities this season brings!