my wish list

You might notice that I don't tend to do 'wish lists': that's probably because - something you might also have noticed - my blog, while being about style in general, street style often specifically, is rarely about consumerism in general. As trends evolve, I'm more likely to shop my own wardrobe. I have never gone online for some retail therapy.

That doesn't mean I don't love and admire and appreciate and learn and absorb and delight in those objects of desire created by people to be worn.

As I come off weeks of press events - an honour to be part of - and start to sift thru my treasures and jewels, my photographs of STUFF - I want to take this day that is most sacred to me, Thanksgiving, my family's personal favourite holiday, to send my wish to you: that you feel grateful for what you have, and have what you need, and the rest is just want, but that your happiness isn't based on it.

That's my wish list: it's pretty short. I wish - for me, for you - that whatever you have today, it is enough. All the rest is just icing on the cake.

On my list of things I'm grateful for, those things that are most difficult to depict in photographs, in no particular order, clockwise from left: My Motel faux leopard coat, 2nd season, which keeps me safe and warm, my new GIFTED Kurt Geiger shoes (I chose the ones I'd be least likely to buy, because my friend Carrie, from Wish Wish Wish, who was at the event too, said she felt a gift is the best time to go outside one's comfort zone, stylistially). I'm also grateful for: beaches in the world that are still clean and swimmable, our cat, Tigger aka Pooh, who was our previous cat and who lived and died bravely and before he went, I asked him to 'come back and find us' and he has, in the form of our new cat, Reincarnated Pooh, and my family, who I cherish and miss, some of whom are shown here.

I'm also grateful to my Man, my husband, Mr. Dot, who walked up to Whole Foods to buy the last tin of Libby's pumpkin so I can make my pie, and whose bark is worse than his bite. My friends, old and new. My good health, and the good health of the people I love. Our governments, here in the UK and back home in America, who keep us safe, and free. My father, who, with my mother, made everything possible and who, I know, watches over my family and me. Have I left anything out? Oh yes, all of you who come here: most of you don't comment, but I can see you're here, and it your support that's the reason I do this. And because I do, a whole world has opened up to me, and for that, I'm eternally grateful.

Off to make some pie. Happy Thanksgiving, whether you're American or not. That's what I love about the day: it has nothing to do with race, religion, or nationality. It's just about feeling grateful, and eating stuffing. Another thing I am grateful for, as, along with pumpkin pie, it's like the best invention on the planet.

What are you grateful for?