The kind of girl who likes a different festive season

It’s this time of the year when we are ready to forgive ourselves almost anything we do – the pair of shoes we’ve ordered, but we can’t afford, the way-too-many extra shots of tequila after work, the gone-beyond-fun flirting with the handsome bartender or the double chocolate chunk cookie we’ve rewarded ourselves with at 1 am in the night.

Compared to all that the sins of a married woman and a mother of two toddlers sound and look much more innocent. Let’s see, they include a whole day of watching Newsroom on the couch in PJs and wool socks, reading Dunham’s Not that Kind of Girl and drinking red wine, eating soft cheeses and baking cookies on a spree. I admit that’s my soul rescue- and body restore- mode, when I can’t even drag myself to have a SPA day. In the very few moments of getting enough of lounging on the couch by the fireplace, I like to flaunt my season valuables while on a mission for finding a better type of wine and a loaf of freshly baked bread.

Some of the best choices of my winter faze are a vintage wool skirt and a pair of knee high boots (as the Man Repeller says you don’t even need to shave your legs for that – how about that?)!