It was my work Christmas party last night. It was on the rooftop at private members club Shoreditch House, which was sooo lovely; if I still lived in East London I'd deffo join. Unfinished brick walls, wall to wall plushness, rooftop swimming pool overlooking the City... I was home by 11pm like a good girl but am still horrendously hungover.
Unfortunately, my hangover is making me feel very wanty. I saw a girl with over-the-knee boots on the tube this morning, and it has sparked a desire for some urban waders of my own. What do you think? Feeling this look, or what?
Unfortunately, my Christmas list already includes a return flight to New York, a nice deco diamond, a digital SLR camera (so that I can faire du Garance) and a Flip. Too much, Santa?