Santa Baby

I am now stupidly awake.  I think my mind hates my body and vice versa.  I am not a woman in harmony with herself.  If I were I would be snoring so hard the slates would be falling from the roof by now.

As it is I am like a meercat on red alert and my mind is racing.

I have decided to waste valuable studying time by compiling my fantasy christmas list for 2009.  I did something similar last year.  I believe it had Louboutins and art in it.  This year will be spookily similar.

I would just like to point out that I will be getting none of these things.  My actual Christmas list asks for one of Paul Thurlby’s Alphabet Prints as seen on India Knight’s still gorgeous Posterous site.  Jason nearly had a heart attack thinking I wanted them all.  I do, but I am being reasonable settling for one now and the rest later when he becomes insanely rich.  I have also asked for this book called: Important Artifacts and Personal Property From the Collection of Lenore Doolan and Harold Morris Including Books, Street Fashion and Jewelry, by Leanne Shapton, which I also saw on India’s site.  And I have asked for a Terry’s Chocolate Orange, which is the only thing not on India’s site, and which I ask for every year without fail.  I cry if I don’t get one.  I love them.  They are Christmas to me.

So this is the list of things I would have if we were bajillionaires:

Emerald Bead necklace from Tiffany

You can see it here.  It is absolutely gorgeous.  I don’t do jewelry usually, but I do love emeralds and I love that this looks so utterly simple, and yet is clearly insanely elegant and fabulous.  It is over £530, 000.  I could buy two of my house for that money.  Even if I had that kind of money to spend on things I would probably have to be sick into a paper bag before and after the purchase.  Then have a lie down.  But goodness me it is beautiful.

The Louboutins

I’m torn this year.  I’m thinking of being greedy and going for three pairs.  Shocking, I know,  but they are so lustworthy.  I’ve narrowed it down to this pair called ‘Miss Clichy’

Which look exactly like all the other pairs I’ve got, but I can tell the difference, believe me.  By pairs I’ve got by the way, I do not mean Louboutins. I do not own, merely covet.

Then there’s these, called ‘Lady Page’

They also come in black, but as I’m doing colour this year and I’ll already have the Miss Clichy, I thought I’d be daring.

Then there’s the boots.  It’s the boots that would win the race if I only had to pick one pair.  They’re called Mamanouk.

Lovely, lovely, lovely.

Paul Smith bag

I would like a new weekend bag and I love this one called ‘Large Violet’ by Paul Smith:

I adore the stripes. He’s been doing them for years now and I just don’t get bored of them.  They’re just delicious.

John Galliano Things

In the Autumn Winter 09 stuff he has done these crazed Russian doll style outfits which are so voluminous that even normal sized people could wear them.  Which is good, because I am extremely normal sized.  I love pretty much everything Galliano does, but this time around I am particularly enamoured of these gorgeous grey, great coats.  Here is one:

And there is another one in a kind of grey with charcoal check which looks like a Victorian riding habit gone mad.  It’s wonderful.

Antony Gormley Sculptures

We went to the Borders closing down sale today, which by the way, is a gigantic rip off, so please don’t bother.  Their sale prices are higher than their regular prices because they’ve taken away all the three for twos, and buy one get one free, and half price offers.   Anyway, I was drooling over a wonderful book all about Antony Gormley by Richard Noble, which is extremely large, extremely heavy and full of exquisite photographs.  I was going to buy it and then I thought of all the other delicious art books I own (plenty) and which I rarely look at.  I decided it would be much easier to get Antony to pop round and whip me up one of his works for the garden.  It would be fantastic.  I like most of his things, so anything along these lines would be acceptable:

Thanks Santa.