Welcome to the last day of the year, lovelies! I hope you've all had a very glittery time up until and especially now! Let's tie up all loose ends before time's up, shall we?

Update our diaries. I let mine slide since before Christmas because I was too fazed by all the food and TV to get up and hold a pen and some stringent thoughts, but I'm determined to complete it today. Otherwise, I'll look back on this month and think that it was as exciting as some blank pieces of paper.

Discuss last details about how to get to our New Year's Eve destinations. Drive train train walk walk train cab? Train Walk train walk walk train walk? Drive train walk train walk drive? Do I even know how to walk to the train station?

Pack our handbags with the essentials. Meds, gloves, earmuffs, lipstick, power bank, pants to wear while watching the fireworks in order to not literally freeze our butts off in tights, toothbrush, cab money. I think that'll do.

I just got the info that I need to be at that station an hour earlier than I thought and now I've got only about three hours left to study today. Oh oh.

Where was I? Oh, find a sparkly outfit in case you haven't yet (better hurry! You might want to paint your nails accordingly!). I took the sparkly part serious as you will be able to see in case I manage to take a picture when I got it on. Sadly I was in too much stress to get a brand new dress, so I put a peplum top over a cold shoulder LBD to make it feel fresh.

Do a superquickfast thorough face cleansing and hope for a miracle by the time you leave your house. Considering the amount of chocolate and peppermint I consumed during the last week, I'm not a hundred percent confident that'll work, but if a sincere wish doesn't come true at New Year's, when will it?

Gather yourself for a split second and think of a New Year's resolution that won't hurt you too much if it's broken. Like, "put more music on your Ipod", or "don't spill popcorn in the back of your new car", or "don't skip meals to buy a Starbucks drink instead", you know, little things.

Shoot! I forgot to watch the TV special I wanted to watch! I even circled it in the program and no one reminded me. So the rerun in the afternoon it is. Even less time to study and get ready, but I'm not giving up my traditional New Year's Eve TV special for that, no way. Priorities all the way through.

Here's to a luscious, chimerical 2017! Be as gorgeous as ever.

Love,

Rosy Smith

Out of every context, I don't think an engagement ring needs to be three months' worth of salaries at all costs if it is the right one. I do, however, think that the guy should choose it - after all, it's a symbol of his love, so it should be something he likes that he feels she will like. So yeah, my opinion on that, if you were ever wondering.

Secondly, it seems to have become a Christmas Day tradition for my mom and I to go to the gym for half an hour after our spa arrangements and become so exhausted by it that we almost fall asleep at the coffee table. Gives us all the more reason to watch TV and eat the 140 calories burnt right up again.

Spa time - Oh Goodness, the lady left me in the dark with cottonpads on my eyes and now it's burning like crazy. Can't get up nor scream for her, though, as I'm tucked up in a blanket and well, have honey on my face. But I'm a bit scared that my eye will be twice its size when she comes back, which will be in fifteen minutes or so for all I know. Fifteen minutes of this burning! What if I take it off myself....Alright, now there's air coming through under it and I think the burning got worse. Please come back, dear dermatologist lady. Oh good, here she is. She's taking it off now with a hot towel and it's the most relieving feeling ever. Also, I just checked and my eyesight here is just fine. Phew.

So there we go, lovelies - another year, another blogmas! December's not over yet, so there's still more to come even this month, and with New Year's and all it won't be boring....


Love,

Rosy Smith

Lovelies - I'm in my Snoopy PJs right now, watching Home Alone 2 Lost In New York and munching on my Christmas chocolate and I think I just got lipstick all over my keypad. I've still got my makeup on because dinner and gift opening (we do that on Christmas Eve already) took a while. Come with me to witness everything from our traditional round of luggage tangram while getting into the car to me taking artistic pictures with my dress 'cause I'm irrevocably in love with it.

I didn't actually take pictures of all our traditional milestones, but I felt that not everything that's special to me would ring a bell with everyone, so a couple of snapshots:

Morning Read

Don't want to spoil my appetite

But these look so good....

Cozy Car Ride

That'll be my tree now

Just what is this supposed to tell me?

Hi.

Yes please.

Look at it! All these ruffles!

Couldn't help it, it's so tempting

Silent Night....

Always in for dessert

Have yourself a merry little Christmas....

Aw, I just inherited a fortune from some Indian woman who doesn't have kids and can't be bothered with keeping the money so she's gonna give it to some random person with a naive sounding mail adress. That's so generous.

Still, if this was a Bollywood movie, it wouldn't even be so sketchy. Just saying.

So, I could just link you last year's post "The Day Before Christmas", because it is literally the same - we pack, someone gets upset because we don't have anymore tissues in the house and if we don't pack any, one of us is bound to suffer from a life-threatening case of the sniffles. Who can even keep a straight face while speaking of "the sniffles"? Please tell me you laughed reading that.

I think I've got everything - I was tempted to pack one more sparkly dress but sadly, we're only there for two dinners and breakfast might not be the time to bring out the cut-outs. I'm even bringing fashion design booklet but I still don't want to work on it 'cause I plan on singing jolly songs, watching the family network and gazing into the landscape praying for meteorologically impossible snowfall. The rest of the time will be spent at the spa clearing my skin or the restaurant, stuffing my face with not-so-clearing food. It will be phenomenal and I won't waste a thought on fabric cards. 

And to top all that forward-looking off, I'm going to see some movie I never heard of tonight and I'm kinda feeling the thrill behind that; if it sucks, we'll just leave. I've never actually left a movie early, though. The only time I wandered off for a bit in between was during the Hunger Games because I really couldn't take all of these depressive distopian vibes. In 3D. Ugh. Oh, I just remembered, I left Jason Bourne 3 before it was over because I got dizzy-headed. Might have been those jumpcuts.

I'll have to get ready now, so I'll see you tomorrow, ringing the bells and throwing the glitter!

Love,

Rosy Smith

I watched the Winter episode of the Gilmore Girls revival today.
Let me stress that I was watching in style, with pizza, soft drinks and cakepops.
It was bittersweet; I mean, seeing a brand new episode after thinking that it was over forever feels like coming home, but I'm sensing a not so flattering character development for poor Rory and that's tragic. I still love it. It's triggering my journalistic ambitions to see her talk about job interviews and writing a book and having things published in the New Yorker.

I'm also one step closer to having all of my Christmas presents ready! Only one to go. Sharp call, but I can do it. It will be some kind of voucher and I need to craft it or something, so that it seems a bit more personal. Like, use straw to build a model of the actual thing.

I wrote this gift-explaining letter yesterday and I'm getting second thoughts on how attractive it will make me sound (I tried really hard to be my usual self and not, under no circumstances, be corny, and I'm not sure if that turned out witty and sweet or just plain weird and distant). I already wrapped it up, though, so I couldn't do anything about it if I wanted to. Except write another letter explaining the explanation.

I guess you wouldn't need to think twice to come to the conclusion that that would be weird indeed.

Love,

Rosy Smith