I like us all to have new outfits on Christmas Day, or if not new, then at least Christmas themed, in that they have to be red, white or green, or a combination of all three. Silver and gold are also acceptable. Many, many things in The Asher home are in the colours of Christmas during December. Upstairs, the colours are red, white and gold. I can also allow silver. In my office it’s green and white all the way. In Unit One’s bedroom: blue and red. Unit Two has pink and white. (Now I know pink and blue “are not Christmas colours”, but: boy and girl. Plus, the ornaments for their little trees were too cute to pass by.)
But I’m meandering.
This year, as always I got my Christmas stuff done early (RRs may have noticed me gloating in a previous post or ten), except for MY outfit. I just haven’t been able to find a thing to wear. Not in the theme colours at least. I have schlepped to The Plaza a couple of times, which, shockingly, involves me: 1. Leaving the compound, 2. Leaving The Shire, 3. Crossing the river.
I thought I was going to have to resort to one of the outfits I have worn over the last ten years or so. First World Problems right here people.
And then there was today, when the first Christmas Magic occurred.
This morning we Ashers were well and truly out of bounds, all the way down there at the computer chop-shop in Mooloolaba. When we saw this:
How’s a girl to resist?
We went in, the kids took their seat on the big hand chair, and I began. I’m not shy to do a bit of shopping or a bit of trying on, so the kids got out their books and settled in for the long haul- they know how I roll. I perused the area- not difficult, it’s not a huge shop, and it’s not annoyingly cluttered with so much stock you can’t see things properly, but I didn’t see too much in the good ole theme colours.
The chirpy little thing behind the counter, who I shall call Josie Bird, if only because I like the way it sounds, asked if I needed any help. Now this is where I usually get a bit embarrassed during what I like to call The Season. I want to ask if they have anything suitable for Christmas Day, but I have so many rules: it must be red, white or green, it must be comfortable enough to encase and erase my Chrissy Day abdominal distention, it must look cute with heels, but not so short that heels are required at all times, it must be cool enough so that I can be in the kitchen (if I can’t avoid it), but warm enough so I can sit on the Top Deck late into the evening, and it must be modest enough that I won’t be flashing my scanties once I’ve imbibed. And this old girl must look at least vaguely hot.
So I can’t really ask.
Today, Josie Bird was so gosh-darn full of pep, I decided to ask for just one of the requirements: the colour. Immediately she was up and passing me a filmy little thing, that had a bit of red, and felt lovely in the hand. I rarely ask for advice in shops (it may surprise you to know I may be a little controlling and opinionated) as I know what I like, but Josie Bird was so sweet I popped out of the cubicle for her to have a squizz, already shaking my head, “No”.
Josie Bird took one look at the Old Bird in front of her and said, “Not Christmassy enough, you need some more red, here you go,” and handed me a necklace that I would never choose with my own mind, and there it was: Christmas had come to The Ashers, or at least to this fussy, grumpy, tired-from-kids-camping-and-not-sleeping-last-night, Asher.
Thanks Josie Bird. What a ray of sunshine you are.
And here’s the reveal:
Cue the soundtrack (Clearly the old Styler doesn’t know the colour-code constraints)
Do you have a new outfit for Christmas Day? What’s it like?
PS Not a sponsored post… Just sharing the Christmas Magic with y’all.