On the balmiest days of summer I’m a rather nostalgic little ninny, so you can imagine what happens at Christmas. No carol is loud enough, no lights bright enough, no wrapping paper gaudy enough. I like to think that I become a better, more vibrant version of myself at Christmas. More giving, chattier, more sparkling. Of course, that may be the eggnog talking. And the fact that around Christmas I manage to work sequins and/or jet beading into every outfit, including my nightgown.
This Christmas, thanks to my current obsession with Irving Penn, Norman Parkinson and Cecil Beaton, I want to head back to the 1940-50′s, wrap myself in a mink stole, put on some scarlet lipstick and a fabulous hat, and go dancing somewhere smoky and fabulous. Have you seen White Christmas? Is there any denying that, for a die-hard Christmas fan, that was Christmas’s golden era? Besides Mariah Carey’s Christmas album (I don’t care what anyone says, that album is flawless) can you name a classic Christmas song penned after 1960?
In the spirit of glamour and sharing, these are some of the images dancing in my head. Forget sugarplums; think feathered hats and rustling silk taffeta. (Click on images to view larger.)

Christian Dior house models wearing the Spring/Summer 1957 collection. By Cecil Beaton. Image courtesy of Getty Images.



What a wonderful selection of images!!
Thank you, Eilis! I just read some of your blog and I am enchanted!