Christmas in the sun is weird; always will be for a Glasgow lass. While my fellow Glaswegians are buried in blanket of snow I am donning summer wears and picturing Santa on a surf board. Don't get me wrong I do adore the summer weather but would love if I could just wizz back for a wee taste of a white christmas. 5-10 mins would be enough to marvel at the lights of George Square, strut down Buchanan St, jump into Office and grab all their shoes and maybe throw a snowball at a wee ned before dartin back to the heat. However, I remember my last Glesga visit at Christmas time when I got the flu two days into the holiday and spent the duration in bed and just like that I'm home again.
Glasgow images from Glasgow Loves Christmas
Skirt: global rags
Belt: country road
Wings: my son got them at Myer
Bangles: diva, red dog 3