Hold my heart and watch it burn, I'll give it to someone special.

I'm that person who always picks up the ugliest thing on a sale rail. You know, that orange, furry number that really doesn't belong? I'm just drawn to it. It's the same with accessories - show me a silly hat or a crazy headband and I will be the first to try it on (actually, show me ANY hat, and I will try it on. I love hats.). The problem is, though, that I try on these silly things and there's always this little part of me going 'I LOVE IT.'

So, when I tried on a giant insane Christmas hair ribbon in Claire's a little while ago, I promptly fell in love and started thinking up ways in which I could justify buying it. And justify it I did - but when it came to the crunch, the hair ribbon was sold out and I had to make do with a just-as-awesome-if-not-MORE-SO ribbon from the local pound shop.

Iiiiiit's Christmas-Day-At-Work!! Every year my office has a silly day in the run-up to Christmas - we all dress up in silly outfits (last year's is here - remarkably similar, yeah, but sssshh). We make cakes, there's a raffle, a quiz, competitions, games and an always epic buffet. This year, we did a Ferrero Rocher Eating Challenge - who could eat the most in a minute - the winner did SIX! And in the raffle, I won a digital camera! Whoop whoop! I need one, too, because I kept dropping the last one and then it stopped working because apparently they don't like that.

But I know, I know. It's Friday. You're here for the frock.

Dress - ASOS
Cardigan & tights - Dorothy Perkins
Shoes - New Look
Bow - Pound City!
Fairy Wings - EBay

This dress is from ASOS and is actually a couple of years old now. Although it's a sundress, I realised last year that it was the perfect Mrs Claus ensemble (although as it's practically strapless, I don't recommend wearing it to work without a cardigan). It's SO CUTE.

Brilliantly, it has boning in it, so it manages to be flattering no matter how many mince pies I've eaten. Unfortunately, it has boning in it, so the edge of it sticks into my hips when I've eaten too many mince pies. Which is always. Win/Lose.

And I KNOW you're not thinking 'Um, what are you supposed to be, Sarah?' because it is of course OBVIOUS. I am a Christmas Fairy - that is, a fairy of Christmas, not a fairy who lives on the tree. OBVIOUSLY. (Yeah, no one at work got it, either...)

Now. Help me think of another excuse to wear this awesome bow. I think I'm wearing red to New Year's...