Remember for Next Year...
...on December
Notes to self on December. Remember for next year:
Space things apart because you really can’t go out for more than two nights in a row and be a fun guest. Neither can you be a fun host. Accept that you can’t say yes to everything; someone is bound to get ill, or you will just want to go to bed. Also on this, if you haven’t received an invitation to someone’s annual thing, say something, because they’ve probably just assumed you’ll turn up. (see below)
Drag everyone to something fun and silly like the pantomime, because even if they don’t all love it, they’ll remember being together and that’s the point. Teenagers love to whine about this stuff but they also secretly love a show.
Shoes can’t be bought online unless you’ve had the exact same pair before. Don’t do it.
If you bring your favourite pelargonium inside in November you won’t regret it. Covered in flowers. Tiny vases everywhere.
The best wreaths are made together, with treasured friends.
Really silly but there was a whole week while I agonised about what I had done because my incredibly close friend and neighbour hadn’t invited me to her Christmas party. Of course what I ought to have done was ask her about it, but LOL that could never happen could it, because obviously I am British, and we don’t do that. Instead we twist ourselves into a teenager’s hair tie thinking about what on earth we could have done to merit being NFI. My Rotter correctly said we should just bloody well go but by that time I had done such a stunning job of convincing my own brain that we were personae non gratae that I thought it would be just far too embarrassing for my friends if we turned up.
Of course I got a text the following morning asking why we hadn’t been there. Ridiculous. The stupidest thing EVER. FFS.
Here is my wreath. I used some fake raspberries and acorns that I bought in October whilst calming my nerves in a John Lewis outside London during a school assessment. I love this autumnal thing…it goes with the weather we’re having. I had planned to get velvet ribbon in a bruised colour but it’s too chic and trendy and I like to be VERY BEHIND on trends, so perhaps in five years.
We went to Six last night and it was brilliant. Do listen to the soundtrack if you have time…it’s just so fun and clever, musically.
Enough. This is late because I need to wait for it to get light to take a photo of wreath.
x Laetitia






I am the person that rejoices in not being invited to parties but I do understand the mental turmoil that comes with overthinking - ghastly!
I think the acid green now on your wreath perfectly complements the pinky reds and looks sublime.
Love your comments. May I ask where your surname comes from? I am just curious as I am an immigrant married to a lovely English man since 1963. Met him in Khartoum. X