“take, if you must, this little bag of dreams, unloose the cord, and they will wrap you round.” // w.b. yeats
what is it that they say? t’is the season – that’s it, right?
the holiday parties, both personal and corporate – the onslaught has begun, and truth be known, i don’t mind.
my list of fêtes is rather short, mostly because i’ve chosen to opt out, but once a year, it’s rather a gas to turn on the charm, put on the varnish, gloss myself up and head out the door to a party whose numbers top out somewhere near the 600 mark. it’s fun to turn the volume up to 11, to be the shiniest, most charmingest version of yourself, and become fizzy with wit. i’m pretty good at it.
of course, the dress-code is rather open to interpretation – and i’ll forever side with my version of black-tie-light, be sure to put comfort first, wear a black dress, have my accessories do most of the heavy lifitng, and make my clutch the belle of the ball.
➝ source : zipped pouch clutch via christopher kane
➝ source : bag bugs clutch via fendi
➝ source : silk satin clutch via the row