It’s that time of year again where everyone asks me what I want for Christmas and I go running – screaming – in the other direction. I never know what I want. In every aspect. I get a kick out of buying gifts but I am an awkward mess when receiving any.
But hey, when equal parts practical and completely insane, the internet – where money is no object – offers a great chance to make a dream wish list.
What do you all want for Christmas?
The Christmas List:
Marc By Marc Jacobs Iridescent Silver Laptop Case
A sexy suitcase
A trip to Fiji/New Zealand/Japan
A very tiny adorable animal
Y Ligne Medium Soft Leather Bag, Black – Saint Laurent
Fitted black cape (Though, preferably, without fur)
Silk-satin pajama set
A Peugeot 207 CC
TomTom Go 6000
“So build yourself as beautiful as you want your world to be. Wrap yourself in light then give yourself away with your heart, your brush, your march, your art, your poetry, your play. And for every day you paint the war, take a week and paint the beauty, the colour, the shape of the landscape you’re marching towards. Everyone knows what you’re against; show them what you’re for.”
— Andrea Gibson
I have had my fair share of facials as a beauty journalist, but none compare to the magic that is The Debbie Thomas DNA Facial.
Though her reputation is that of facial infamy, Debbie Thomas and her skin/body/beauty practice currently takes up an unassuming – almost bare – space on the third floor of Hari’s (305 Brompton Road, London SW3 2DY). As per usual, the book can’t be judged by its over. What it lacks in ‘spa aromas’ and superfluous lighting options it more than makes up for in results.
After arriving for my facial with Jasmina, we immediately got chatting about the woes (rosacea, winter flakiness) and wonders (skin care research pays off) of my skin before having it microscoped for further assessment. Because the DNA facial can be adapted to treat and enhance the skin of anyone (acne sufferers, in particular, praise Thomas’ technique), this learning period is extremely useful in the entire process.
After a targeted deep cleansing, a round of non-invasive treatments were slathered, lasered, and massaged in (encouraging lymphatic draining) before I fell asleep under the lull of red and blue light therapy.
Waking up after the removal of an exceptionally soothing collagen mask (an anti-ageing and skin repairing hero), I was shocked to see the face that looked back at me. Even with extractions, my skin looked like I had been bathing in some sort of milky champagne dream bath. No redness (let me remind you about the rosacea). No need for foundation. No freaking way.
Equal parts luxury and scientific genius, Debbie Thomas managed to change my skin in no more than sixty minutes. The Best Facial in London, hands down.
I’ve been on a maniacal shirt buying spree, you guys. Maniacal. Purples, pinks, embellishments galore…all part of prepping for my first move from freelancing into Big Bad Office Life (which makes it okay, right?). I had to get a white one. With a tiny rabbit. For balance.
(Ahem…and then she ends up buying some floral trousers to wear with it.)
What I Wore:
Tailored white shirt from Joules
Silver Floral skinny jeans from Joules (I advise going down a size here – though they fit my bum, they are extremely baggy on my waist and thighs so I am having to make alterations)
Booties from Coach