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The Scene

There's nothing like that split second when you wake up and Christmas morning washes over you. Even in hustling, bustling Los Angeles, there's this magical stillness in the air. It's always eeriely peaceful. Love.

This morning, Mr. D and I picked up my mom and had a big fat JEWISH breakfast at our favorite 90210 deli. It's become a tradition in recent years.

Then we headed to our place and finally saw a CD of pictures from my mom's trip to Guatemala.

I imagined just how different the last 31 Christmases would have been if she'd never left, if I'd grown up there instead of here.

In the afternoon, the three muskateers watched Slumdog Millionaire. Wow. Stunningly original film. So many beautifully gripping stories still out there to be told. I find that endlessly inspiring.

In the evening, the three of us had a lovely dinner with Mr. D's extended family. I was in charge of the peas. Almost messed that up. Ugh.

Successfully dodged questions about getting married and having kids. Sigh. You know, the usual holiday fare.

And now to the all important capitalist pig portion of this post: this year's PRESENT haul!

I'd like to introduce you to my new BCBG boots - they are so Loeffler Randall I can't stand it.

And - FINALLY - the perfect leather jacket of my very own. Banded collar, button detailing at the shoulder and ruffle at the waist. Also BCBG and also 70 percent off.

Meet my new Dolce and Gabanna heels - 60 percent off at Saks. I've been dying for leopard print shoes my entire adult life. I guess I'm all growns up now.

But still young enough to love Hello Kitty and girly trinkets

We got bubbly from Mr. D's littlest sister.

With it's very own fancy traveling case. Adore!

Mr. D noted I would like anything - even a turd! - if it came with a purse. F. He knows me well ;)

The Outfit

Robert Rodriguez pants

Marc by Marc Jacobs top

Forever 21 turtleneck
Burberry jacket

The Accessories

Steve Madden boots

Forever 21 sunglasses

Chanel earrings

Marc Jacobs purse

The Grade

B

The Commentary

For most of my life, dressing for Christmas meant dressing for church. It involved multiple trips to Saks to find just the right red/green dress and Striderite for new patent Mary Janes. I relished the ritual of getting dressed up on Christmas morning almost as much as opening my presents.

Then when I was 16 my stepdad died and we stopped going to church...even on Christmas. My mom and I never really spoke about it...it just happened. Still feels odd some 15 years later to not have to factor in church into my Christmas outfit.

Picked up this Marc top at Macy's on deep discount while we were up in San Francisco. Knew it'd be perfect for today with a turtleneck layered underneath. Very Lucky Magazine ;)

Felt a bit edgy wearing tall leather boots around Mr. D's family today.

Probably shouldn't have. It's not like they were studded and Gucci and fabulous - sigh.

Didn't loooove my ensemble today but it was infinitely better than coke bottle glasses, PJs or a HUMONGOUS coat with self mutilated baby bangs!!! Ughs to the fugs.

Only a mother could have loved me through some of those unfortunate looks of Christmases past. Thank god I have the best one in the world.