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Happy Chrismukkah you guys! (HOLLER if you love and miss the OC.) 

I am a filthy cranky little blogger today as I realised that blogger chewed up my beautiful little gift ideas post earlier this week that I so earnestly slaved over - who's a naughty blog host? You, blogger. Keep this up and we'll break up.

But rage and anger are so not festive so let's put it to the side.

I love this time of year – I loosely observe a Retail Christmas*, meaning that in late October or early November I start thinking about the important issues in life. Namely:

What’s on my Christmas list.

What I'm going to buy for everyone else.

How I’m going to decorate my Christmas cupcakes.

What kind of decorations I’m going to work with on my tree.

What kind of cookies I can bake and approximately how many kilos of Christmas pudding I can consume before I start to look like a pudding.

How many hours I will spend tinsel-papering the lounge room with my little nephew. The level of intense amusement and fascination with a $2 strand of tinsel is extraordinary.

What kind of cartoon-themed advent calendar I can buy for boyfriend – you’ll be pleased to know he had a Simpsons one this year.

* Side note: As well as a Retail Christmas, I endorse a Retail Easter - it means that you can eat hot cross buns in January! Winner.

I hope you all had a lovely Christmas/festive season - I had a cracker. Hah. Getit? Cracker. Plenty more where that came from, people.

Don't think I don't have a pink tree - you'd be WRONG.

Don't assume I painted my nails a nice Chrismassy red - you'd be sorely mistaken. Instead, I painted them my most favouritest pink ever, OPI Strawberry Margarita. I tried capturing it in all its Barbie splendour and to show how it's almost a perfect match for my tree, but I failed. Or my phone failed, rather. Oh wells.

Interesting fact: I received Zoya Barbie in my Christmas stocking and it's a gorgeous pink creme. It's on my toes right NOW. I had to paint them as soon as I got home on Christmas night, I was that excited.

 

Don't think I didn't eat one of these cupcakes before the icing had even set. Om NOM NOM. You know it.

Don't think I didn't buy my niece a Britney onesie at the concert. In fact, if you think I pillaged the merchandise stand, you'd be CORRECT.

Don't think my man doesn't know the way to my heart - I am SO kitted out and am loving it sick.

On a side note, thank goodness I'm done buying gifts for awhile. That one for me, one for you game I love to play is HELL on the hip pocket.

Gifts and a Consumerist Christmas aside, my favourite things about Christmas this year have been the smallest pleasures - decorating the tree with boyfriend (it's an immaculate black and silver monstrosity, I am immensely proud), Christmas baking with my dear mother, playing tinsel games with my nephew... it really is the sweetest time to spend some time with the ones you love. I hope you did just that. xx

ps. My friend would like to pop her head in...

That's all.

Merry Christmas everyone! I hope Santa was good and your turkey hangover wasn't too intense. Be safe. x