{"version":"1.0","provider_name":"Soft Sensibilities","provider_url":"https:\/\/kimberlypearl.co\/blog","author_name":"Kimberly","author_url":"https:\/\/kimberlypearl.co\/blog\/author\/kimberlypearl-92gmail-com\/","title":"C'est Noel! &#8226; Soft Sensibilities","type":"rich","width":600,"height":338,"html":"<blockquote class=\"wp-embedded-content\" data-secret=\"l30kIQsUYO\"><a href=\"https:\/\/kimberlypearl.co\/blog\/cest-noel\/\">C&#8217;est Noel!<\/a><\/blockquote><iframe sandbox=\"allow-scripts\" security=\"restricted\" src=\"https:\/\/kimberlypearl.co\/blog\/cest-noel\/embed\/#?secret=l30kIQsUYO\" width=\"600\" height=\"338\" title=\"&#8220;C&#8217;est Noel!&#8221; &#8212; Soft Sensibilities\" data-secret=\"l30kIQsUYO\" frameborder=\"0\" marginwidth=\"0\" marginheight=\"0\" scrolling=\"no\" class=\"wp-embedded-content\"><\/iframe><script type=\"text\/javascript\">\n\/* <![CDATA[ *\/\n\/*! This file is auto-generated *\/\n!function(d,l){\"use strict\";l.querySelector&&d.addEventListener&&\"undefined\"!=typeof URL&&(d.wp=d.wp||{},d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage||(d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage=function(e){var t=e.data;if((t||t.secret||t.message||t.value)&&!\/[^a-zA-Z0-9]\/.test(t.secret)){for(var s,r,n,a=l.querySelectorAll('iframe[data-secret=\"'+t.secret+'\"]'),o=l.querySelectorAll('blockquote[data-secret=\"'+t.secret+'\"]'),c=new RegExp(\"^https?:$\",\"i\"),i=0;i<o.length;i++)o[i].style.display=\"none\";for(i=0;i<a.length;i++)s=a[i],e.source===s.contentWindow&&(s.removeAttribute(\"style\"),\"height\"===t.message?(1e3<(r=parseInt(t.value,10))?r=1e3:~~r<200&&(r=200),s.height=r):\"link\"===t.message&&(r=new URL(s.getAttribute(\"src\")),n=new URL(t.value),c.test(n.protocol))&&n.host===r.host&&l.activeElement===s&&(d.top.location.href=t.value))}},d.addEventListener(\"message\",d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage,!1),l.addEventListener(\"DOMContentLoaded\",function(){for(var e,t,s=l.querySelectorAll(\"iframe.wp-embedded-content\"),r=0;r<s.length;r++)(t=(e=s[r]).getAttribute(\"data-secret\"))||(t=Math.random().toString(36).substring(2,12),e.src+=\"#?secret=\"+t,e.setAttribute(\"data-secret\",t)),e.contentWindow.postMessage({message:\"ready\",secret:t},\"*\")},!1)))}(window,document);\n\/\/# sourceURL=https:\/\/kimberlypearl.co\/blog\/wp-includes\/js\/wp-embed.min.js\n\/* ]]> *\/\n<\/script>\n","description":"Forget the Christmas themed pajamas, matching slippers, and bathrobe come Christmas morning. Why not dress up for the occasion, heels and all? Surely we all want to look fabulous as we get videotaped for the yearly Christmas home videos sure to be seen years later &#8211; I&#8217;d rather not look back and hide away in shame when my parents show people photos of me in my pjs, as cute as they are, mussed bedhair and all. A beehive isn&#8217;t completely necessary in this case, but a bit of teasing and backcombing to finish a chignon or updo of some sort will do. Wear a fabulous outfit; the dress in the back of your closet that you never wore, paired with tights and sky high heels you bought on a whim but swore you would break your ankle if you wore it out-of-doors. Add a ribbon in your hair for a bit of festiveness, put on some lipstick, pile on the statement jewels. It&#8217;s Christmas morning, darlings, and there is no better time to dress up than this particular morning! I promised myself that I would keep this post as short as possible by talking (well, writing, more like it) less.&hellip;","thumbnail_url":"http:\/\/lacouturiernyc.files.wordpress.com\/2008\/12\/french-vogue-ed-41.jpg"}