I’ve Been A Naughty Girl…

With less than two months until Christmas, the wise thing to do is behave. Be nice, be kind, work hard, be frugal, and good ol’ Saint Nick will reward you.

Dearest Santa Claus:

I would, under normal circumstances. But you see—when need arises and you’re in desperate need of retail therapy, a girl simply cannot resist. Although I’m sorry to have broken (what would have been) a perfect 23-year streak, I refuse to apologize for my transgressions. Luckily for you and I both, I’m an independent woman who can buy herself her own gifts. Please don’t waste your coal on me. 

I still plan on leaving ginger snaps by the fireplace though. Same place as always.  xx

Though society would have me wear my new label in shame, I consider it a trophy to bear. Three trophies, actually: one gorgeous, gorgeous new Bag-with-a-Capital-“B” I’ve been in love with since 2008 (when I was just knee-deep in the blogging scene), and two new Agent Provocateur sets to add to my humble collection. I’m an aesthete and hedonist, loud and proud.

The latest acquisition? The Agent Provocateur Bullet Playsuit, a classic AP piece and must-have for upgrading any look in and out of the bedroom. I’ve been lusting after it for two years now, stalking every Agent Provocateur flash sale and dreaming up outfits in between. It’s sexy, sturdy, unexpected—and the versatility makes it all the more worth the purchase. You guys, it’s every bit as beautiful as I imagined it to be, and more. In fact, it’s so perfect I’m almost scared to wear it. It’s first outing must be perfect (and you bet I’ll be doing an extra set of squats and crunches to do it justice). I’m thinking a men’s white poplin shirt, slightly open, and suede thigh-high boots (the bottoms, if necessary, are unclear at this stage in planning). Or, do I take advantage of the bondage vibe: black, backless unitard and simple strappy stilettos?

Are clothes even necessary with the Bullet?

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Shop the Agent Provocateur Bullet Playsuit

xx

P.S.: If you’re ever in The Mall at Short Hills, tell Stacy I sent you: she’s a babe.