Last festive post this year. Jash and I got a little wild pre-Christmas weekend and after 5 years the Lahey beards came out again. There was even a few candid Dark Santa shots (black plastic bag.) After a number of celebratory drinkie-poo's, the evening devolved into a bizarro immigrant dance party.
The time it took to hand sew the London print stockings is more than I am willing to admit to at the moment... my embroidered name is still just pinned down and not yet complete. One day.
I'm Waiting For My Drink sung to the tune of: