SO HOW was your Christmas? Did Santa bring you everything you wanted? Did you make it all the way through to The Royle Family without anyone having to be taken to casualty? Excellent.
My wardrobe is now a couple of party dresses fuller thanks to the man in the red suit (aka my hubby, with a little help from Max Azria), although given the number of mince pies and chocolates I have eaten over the past few days I worry whether I will actually get into them unless a bout of Norovirus comes my way between now and New Year’s Eve.
Ah, New Year’s Eve, that magical night when we look back on the year that has passed – the highs and the lows, drink Champagne, kiss complete strangers and resolve to be slimmer, healthier, nicer come January 1.
So, for the record, here are my style resolutions for 2013:
I will not buy a new fashion magazine until I have read the last one Want to know what happened to all the rainforests? Check out my magazine rack.
This. Has. Got. To. Stop.
As soon as I have seen the next issue of Vogue... and Elle . . . and, erm, Harper’s that is.
I will stop buying the same colour lipstick over and over again Few things cheer me up like buying a new lipstick or lip gloss. I can spend hours trying on shade after shade before making my purchase.
So how is it my make-up drawer contains upwards of 15 lippies all in the same nude/brown hue?
I will buy a new pair of jeans There are few things I hate more than jeans shopping. In order to get one good pair, it would seem I have to try on at least 500 that will nip me, squeeze me, swamp me and generally make me hate my lower half.
However, I am adamant that 2013 will be the year when I will defeat this denim demon.
More likely I will just end up crying in a sweaty heap on the changing room floor, then go and buy another nude lipstick.
I will try to buy colourful dresses for evening They are slimming and they are sexy and black dresses are taking up more than half of my wardrobe space – time to try a splash of colour methinks. I’m sure lime green can be very flattering given the right cut . . . which leads me onto . . .
I will make peace with prints Mary Katranzou started it all with her patterned dresses and wild prints show no sign of leaving the fashion scene any time soon. If you can’t beat ’em, wear ’em, I guess.
I will stop checking the wrinkles between my eyebrows every time I pass a mirror Staring at them will not make the lines diminish in any way. Botox would, though.
I will concede defeat when it comes to false eyelashes I have spent more time attempting to apply false eyelashes than David Beckham has at the tattoo parlour. I give up. Clearly it has to be genetic, like being able to roll your tongue.
I will stop obsessing over the Duchess of Cambridge’s hair, right Erm, what is it they say about resolutions being made to be broken?