The silly season – wine, food, parties, loud clothing choices, even louder relatives, more food and decimated bank accounts. I’m not sure what it is about Christmas that warrants a free pass to do basically whatever you want, free of judgement (perhaps the redemption of the new year?), but as long I can wear sparkles and drink champagne before lunch, I don’t care.
Christmas has always inspired me to dress (and party) like a love child of Liberace and Elton John, but the aforementioned decimated bank account doesn’t usually allow it. Thankfully, one of the other hallmarks of the silly season is sales, so I can drown in sparkles and champagne and buy presents.