Compliments of the Season all! At least that is what we say in my family when we are wishing someone Merry Christmas after the fact. This is what I wore first thing on Christmas Day and this is where I spent the early part of the day...
I promise it was actually blowing a gale and the water was cold - bet your hearts are all bleeding.
I'm actually not the sort of Australian who generally spends their Christmas Day at the beach but for British born and bred Mr V the idea is a complete novelty and something he likes bragging about to jealous work colleagues (as well as puffing out his chest and boasting of having swum in shark infested waters and lived to tell the tale). Here is Mr V doing his best impression of a clownfish. He was hoping to fend off any large predators lurking in the waters by donning loud "don't eat me I'm toxic" orange bathing trunks.
Bring those Great Whites on. I have to say that he was actually rather concerned every time we went swimming, to which I would jauntily reassure him that it wasn't shark season or the traditional shark feeding time of dawn or dusk, so we had nothing to worry about. Then we would get back to my folks place and sit down to news reports that there had been shark sightings further up the coast and beaches had been closed. In fact in the two weeks we were there the beaches were closed four times! Eeek!
Onto cheerier subjects my Christmas break was not just spent lazing on the beach. I also exerted myself by decorating my parents' Christmas tree with three generations worth of decorations, some spanning back to my grandparents' time where kitsch seventies polystyrene figurines in gaudy colours and elaborately frosted glass baubles (now vintage treasures) were all the rage.
In addition I took it upon myself to wrap all the family's presents. I used to wrap presents any old way with any old paper. That is until I spent my first Christmas with Mr V's family for whom the aesthetics of wrapping gifts is taken very seriously. Not for them the cheap and nasty rolls of naff Christmas prints that I remember briefly from my childhood days before they were unceremoniously ripped off and tossed aside in the haste to get to the gift. Mr V's family pass around eye catching packages with tasteful paper decorated with colour coordinated ribbons tied into voluptuous bows - which is all then unceremoniously ripped off and tossed aside in the haste to get to the gift.
Anyhow I have taken on a bit of this attention to detail when I wrap gifts now as they do look beautiful under the tree. My bargain savvy mother managed to get gorgeous paper at one dollar a roll from the Reject shop and I recycled some ribbons from her cake making to wrap each gift. They'll be used again next year.
My mum is a very talented cake maker and was busy making elaborate Christmas cupcakes for family and friends. Here are a few examples. Don't let the snowy frosting and sugar icing holly deceive you, underneath each mini winter wonderland lies a very rich chocolate mud cake!
And if you ask my Mum to do a very simple Christmas cake you will end up with something like this!
It was a bumper year for presents under the tree with Mum declaring she'd never seen so many. (The Veshoevius clan is large!)
And I finally got to wear my previously unworn white sequined bomber jacket out for midnight mass...
Hope you all had a wonderful Christmas and will enjoy seeing in the New Year whatever you get up to!
V - Bikini: Calzedonia; Suede shorts: Kate Moss for Topshop; T-shirt: Cos; Bag: Michael by Michael Kors; Sequin flip flops: Fit Flop
Mr V - Orange swimming trunks: Zara; T-shirt: gift from my brother; Sandals: Colorado
Midnight Mass Outfit:
Rose print maxi skirt: Aminaka Wilmont; Sequined bomber: Whistles; Pink T-shirt: Cos; Crystal star and chain necklace: All Saints; Bracelet and Espadrilles: from Spain