>> I'm signing off for a couple of days as I head off home, on the lonesome, not-so-weary 45 minute journey back to Finchley. Not exactly an impressive trek but I am gearing up for a few days of brain mushing feasting involving copious amounts of beef (we don't believe in turkey in our house), roast potatoes, sprouts and cake, which will render my fingers too inflated and chubby to type hopefully. Before I begin though, I wanted to pass on a festive message from Meadham Kirchhoff, a design duo that endorses and embraces Christmas with gusto, as evidenced by their wrapping paper design for Far Fetch. I therefore can't think of a more Crimbo-appropriate designer to wear this year as I unwrap my pressies tomorrow. It just so happens that their sample sale last week means I have amassed an outfit of tinsel, red and sparkle that will make for a very Merry Meadham Christmas indeed.
First up is a S/S 12 turquoise jacket trimmed with a neon ruffle and silver metallic tinsel detailing and their signature mis-matched candy drop buttons. Then there's an infinitely more accessible collaboration with Amazon (a curious collab that I put down to ex-Barneys fashion director Julie Gilhart, who I believe consults for Amazon.com), which resulted in this sweet "Mother, may I?" 1930s-inspired kitschy sweatshirt. Naturally that pairs up with the S/S 11 pinned and tucked red polka dot, lace-trimmed chiffon dress, another constant signature in MK's design arsenal. Underneath is a pair of their A/W 12 brocade trousers that are the very definition of "Christmas trousers", should such a garment be recognised as standard, alongside the Christmas jumper. Last but not least are pair of the S/S 11 clompety, clomp chunky open-toe sandals, festooned with sequins and beads, made in collaboration with Nicholas Kirkwood's Pollini, which I grabbed as soon as I entered MK's tinsel-adorned sample sale cave last week. If I was more organised, I would have worn this ensemble out and about to soak up festive cheer, stopping by Christmas markets and sipping mulled wine and eating spiced biscuits, smiling at Christmas carol-ers, with bokeh lights blurring in and out all around me and returning home laden with bags heavy with presents. That's a Nigella Lawson-esque montage there waiting to happen. Until next year perhaps. For now, I'm signing off to wish everyone a Merry slash Meadham Christmas.