I welcomed in 2012 on a beach in Kenya. Lapping waves, golden sand, the glowing sun and my solid pal Camilla McConnell were with me. It was a glorious day.
Needless to say, after the Mayan calendar incorrectly predicted the end of the earth and I realised that I would live to witness another New Year, I was rather worried that the shift to 2013 wouldn’t live up to its predecessor.
I’m not a fan of forced fun and after reading that 1/4 of Britons had decided to stay in this New Year (recession..again) I have to say I was tempted to do the same. Yes, a nice quiet celebration of 2013 spent with previously-blogged-about Eddie (my puppy), that’s what I wanted.
So, ending up in a police car at 3 a.m this morning came as rather a shock to me too. I wasn’t arrested, no. I was escorted. Escorted out of the fantastic Mad Men themed party that my dear friend Tom had kindly hosted.
As the advert so brilliantly captures – ‘you wouldn’t start a night like this’ – and I hadn’t. Sadly I don’t have any photographic evidence of the latter part of the evening (police car, blazing sirens) but I do have some of the start. Of me and my good friend Elle embracing the wardrobe of the advertising 60s.
Cape – Zara, Dress – Vintage, Push-up bra – La Senza and Hair – Laura Audley
HAPPY 2013 from the Mad Men/Smurf!!!