Sometimes I think that maybe I shouldn't expect so much in life. But then I think, what's wrong in wanting the best in everything? Of course, that leads to much disappointment, and my latest objection is with crap Christmas cards. Bar the odd delight, this years reap so far has been dire. Every year, it's kind of fun to spot the Christmas card that you think you received the prior December; cheeky, you think to yourself, they tried to get away with not buying new cards this year and reusing last years sorry batch. This year, it's more like a Who's Who of stingy senders. A lot of cards are usually culled to the window sills, as only a select few make it as far as the mantle piece, and right now pride of place is this stunning gold and cream beauty from Lucie Campbell. I'm overjoyed to have received such a delightful card from one of the most beautiful shops in the world. Is it ostentatious to display a card from your favourite jewelers of Bond Street in your sitting room? It probably is. But the sting of well-and-truly-up-yourself is a lot more palatable than stationary leftovers from the late noughties. Bah humbug.
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