And what did you do for New Year? Did you party like it was 1999, or laze around in loungewear?
As our various plans fell through, Mr Bossa and I decided to make a night of it in our humble abode. Our dining room resembled a modest charcuterie – much to Mr Bossa’s approval – and a nice Côtes du Rhône lent a certain sophistication to the occasion (at least after I’d ditched my pyjamas for a vintage dress). Mr Bossa proved to be an excellent DJ, and by the time the champagne cork popped we were grooving away to early 80s New York disco…
One of the many Polaroid cameras came out, and even Mr Bossa decided to scrub up for the occasion. I’m biased, of course – and he’ll hate me for saying this – but I think he looks very handsome in his Harris tweed.
|Diggin’ the suede patches, Mr B.|
I ain’t miserable – I’m brooding…
|Loved the pussybow and flared chiffon sleeves on this dress.|
It was a fabulous night – my only regret was that I didn’t take photos of my thigh-high red suede boots before the colour film ran out…
Anyway: a Happy New Year to you all. All I seem to do lately is raise a glass to people…but I have high hopes for 2011!