I attended two office christmas parties yesterday. The first was with the best colleagues I’ve had the pleasure to work with for the past two years. The second was Ottie’s potluck gathering with staff and clients. I ended up changing outfits for the second party in the evening, not just because Ottie basically begged me not to wear black despite my newly-acquired Meowy Christmas sweater (in black) being the most appropriate festive piece, but I wound up getting cat fur all over my clothes after taking these photos and they had to be thrown in the wash.
This was my third and last Merparty with my colleagues. I brought some pink Carnations in early bloom for everyone, and was not alone in all the gift-giving outside of our Secret Santa exchange (yay socks!). According to Wikipedia, pink carnations symbolise a mother’s undying love (sounds like Mother Mary’s tears are pretty cool). Other sources mention that it symbolises gratitude. I suppose the first meaning also fits since it’s Christmas…?
Had to peel away from the party to get ready for Ottie’s office party later in the evening. We arrived slightly late thanks to my need to document our outfits – I even dragged mum along because I thought that Ottie and I standing together looked cute, like a coat of arms basic colour division. I also brought my handmade flower bouquet along for the shoot! I’d surprised Ottie with it the day before and was going to take it apart again at the end of the day because I worried that the flowers were in need of water. I’ll be writing about it in my next post. =3
I was actually too tired to socialise much at Ottie’s party. The staff I knew and was already friendly with were busy entertaining the other guests, and so was Ottie. But it was nice to be able to sneak some reading on my phone in between getting to know people, or mostly observing them.
Outfit photos assisted by Ottie & Mum.