Today in fur coat, hoops, leopard skirt and leopard trainers. Casual.

Me on Christmas Day after reading Wuthering heights.

Happy Christmas!

A day of two outfits.

On Christmas Eve ❤️

The art of wearing just whatever you want.

This year has been the best year ever for charity shop shopping and next year will be more adventurous and radical. Ethical and sustainable fun which, paired with a coffee out, is my favourite thing to do with a friend.

I am happiest in a fur coat and hoops.

Bought some socks for my Christmas outfit. Soft socks cure everything.

Ending the charity shop year in charity shop.

Festive. Plus reading big novels I have never read.

Tuesday night plans.

The poem is written before the poem is written.

The end of year.

Scenes from almost.

Walking with intention in frilly skirt. 2025.

The Wardrobe Detox. January plans.

Staying in.

Yes, Christmas jumpers are good, but how about a jumper with a few diamonds and a lot of sexy sustainability which will be donated back to the charity shop after the festive period. The ethical alternative to a Christmas jumper.

Next year’s goals are to get to 100 parkruns and to finish my PhD.

Pointing to 2026.

Happy Christmas from my favourite place in the world. I love parkrun and it has been my comfort and motivation this year. Thank you to anyone who volunteers, and makes it possible each week.

In the last week or so of 2025 I am going to wear all of my more complex charity shop buys.

The Noel Diary was made much better by the hot writer in it.

Charity shop. Voilà.

Christmas film and coffee.

In my sporty top in which to read and watch films.

My mini reading list for the break.

Really enjoyed ‘Twas the text before Christmas.

I’m going to read huge novels over Christmas and only wear wool and tulle and knee high socks. I’m only going to drink hot drinks. I may go for a walk but only if it involves a hot drink and a huge novel. I’m going to wear red lipstick every day. The lip is back.

The week has been all about knitwear and red. Today was red tights spell danger as I was so narky.

Wednesday night will always be my indie night 😍

It was match your dress to your kitten in my life today 🩷

I really enjoyed Christmas as Usual. As I did Falling into You. As I did A Castle for Christmas. Of course I did!

Festive dressing. Almost.

Is it too much to wear red tights with a red skirt? It would amuse me and my menstruating self to do so. It really would.

Think may get a bit more modern tomorrow and move into my favourite decade: the 90s 🩷

A Castle for Christmas is my next film stop!

1987 called and asked for their look back.

Spending so much time and effort in watching Christmas films is like I am doing a second PhD.

No-one warned me that The Family Stone was so sad.

As the next available slot for my washing machine to be looked at is Saturday, I am remembering being at Bangor in the 90s when you could put your washing on and go for a drink in the bar next door in the beautiful SU. It is a good job I have an excessive stock of clothes to wear this week.

I have SO much to do but I can’t move from here.

I had to get changed as everywhere I walked in the house, a fleet of cats and kittens followed (imagine on the stairs, they were like bridesmaids holding a train with their tiny cat teeth) and the kitten took up residence under the netting and also I looked like I was in a period drama (but hot!)

Transfer of data completed.

How to dress for doing nothing.

No matter how many times I watch Love Actually, it just makes me realise how utterly I was, and still am, in love with Egg from This Life.

Endings.

Like the Tiger was drank all the water out of the taps (Kerr, 1968), I appear to have watched all the Christmas films on Netflix, including A Very Merry X-Mas with Alicia Silverstone. Which was Very Terrible.

A tiny version of a hot water bottle.