I’m a winter child. I was expected to greet the world somewhere mid-November that year, but I strongly preferred my mom’s cozy belly to a stark, frigid hospital. Sorry I’m not sorry.
So my birthday falls in December, nestled in with wreaths and ribbons and carols and tidings of joy. As a little girl, I’d start writing out my wish list well before Halloween. It changed every 30 seconds or so, but I diligently scrawled things like “Barbie Corvette” and “Littlest Petshop” and “Polly Pocket” on a pad of paper and handed it over to my parents. Between my birthday and Jesus’, the unwrapping odds were in my favor.
I’m turning a quarter century young this year, and I firmly believe that’s not a minute too old to still be penning a wishlist. It just may look a little different, changed by age and warped by economy. Truly though, if a long, laughter-filled family dinner could be wrapped up in a package, that’s what I’d want. I’d be delighted, too, with a spur-of-the-moment road trip to nowhere in particular with the love of my life. If I could be gifted a wand that would magic away stress from the people I love, that would top the list – kind of like, if I could bake a cake out of rainbows and smiles and everyone could eat from it and be happy. Don’t get me wrong though, the Prada saffiano tote might be found in queue too – a girl’s got to dream!
So, in honor of a little girl reaching a quarter of a century, here’s my written-well-before-Halloween-birthday-and-yuletide-wish-list:
A bike to call my very own. With a basket, obviously for toting a bottle of champagne or even perhaps my Labrador if he weighed approximately 5 lbs. Which, he doesn’t.
Champagne. Of course.
A gorgeous frock from the Topshop line that has FINALLY come to Nordstrom. It’s simple, elegant, universal, and should absolutely be mine.
A big, boisterous family dinner around a table groaning under all my favorite treats: linguine al vongole, heaps of roasted vegetables, creamy burrata and the most ripe tomatoes, thick bloody rare steaks, briny oysters on ice, and maybe even a little platter of fried chicken (sshhhhhhh!!). We’d laugh and drink until our cheeks were flushed and our bellies were stuffed.
Chanel Chance. I haven’t worn this scent since I was a teenager and I miss it. It’s girly and floral, it’s sophisticated and elegant. Timeless, really.
A pair of black Hunter wellies. (Pssssst…..I happen to know they’re already tucked away at my parent’s house…)
A day where the man and I just hop in the car and start driving. We’d talk and listen to music until it was finally time to stop. Then we’d set up a little camp and pretend we were gypsies, lying by a smoky crackling fire as a cool breeze rustled the pines above.
The Prada saffiano. Just, because. I mean…look.
These note cards.
A flight across the Atlantic, a long winding drive through wistful cypress trees and sleepy vineyards, and at last sitting down on a little terrace in Positano, Italy…to take in this view.
What are your holiday wishes?