A Late Christmas Surprise
Wrapped in Tartan, Tulle, and Pure Joy
Some Christmas presents are worth waiting for. Actually - scratch that - the best Christmas presents are worth waiting for. And this one came with a little drama, a lot of anticipation, and an ending so fabulous that it still makes me grin every time I think about it.
Anyone who knows me knows that I am a huge fan of British Retro fashion. There’s just something magical about their 1950s-inspired designs: that perfect balance of feminine elegance, playful confidence, and timeless charm. Their dresses don’t just clothe you - they transform you. Put one on and suddenly every occasion feels like a special one, whether you’re attending a party, hosting friends, or simply swishing around the living room because you can’t help yourself.
So naturally, one of my Christmas wishes this year was a dress from their collection.
Not just for me, either. I wanted to gift that sight - that joyful, petticoated, retro silhouette - to my beloved ones and our friends. My wife and our boyfriend really, really love it when I go full circle-skirt-and-petticoat mode, and honestly ... so do I. There’s a happiness in that shape, in that movement, in that unapologetic vintage flair.
Our boyfriend placed the order well ahead of Christmas, and everything felt perfectly on track - until it didn’t.
Just a few days before Christmas, we received that message. You know the kind. Polite. Apologetic. Crushing. The dress was no longer available in my size.
Cue the collective sigh of disappointment.
For a moment, it really felt like that particular Christmas sparkle had been snatched away. But instead of giving up, we did what any determined trio with good taste and a love for retro fashion would do: we went back to the shop.
And that’s when we found it.
The "Way Out West" Mulberry Tartan dress.
❤️ Oh ❤️ My ❤️ Heart ❤️
Rich tartan tones, classic yet playful, festive but not limited to one season - one of those dresses that feels both cozy and bold at the same time. It was different from the original choice, but not in a "second best" way. More like a plot twist that turns out even better than expected.
And then - because disappointment deserved compensation - our boyfriend had another brilliant idea.
"If we’re doing this," he said, "we’re doing it properly."
Enter: a brand-new petticoat color.
Purple.
A color I didn’t yet have in my collection. A color with depth, drama, and just the right hint of extravagance. Honestly, at that moment, the late delivery started to feel like fate rather than bad luck.
Fast forward a few days past Christmas, Saturday two weeks ago to be precise.
A parcel from the UK arrived.
I can’t even pretend to be calm about it. I was buzzing with excitement as I went to the post office, already imagining what waited inside. Paying a few euros in taxes barely registered - because let’s be honest, that’s a small price to pay when you know something super cute is about to enter your life.
Back home, the unboxing began.
Carefully opening the package felt almost ceremonial. Layers of tissue paper, that unmistakable "new dress" scent, and then - there it was. The Mulberry Tartan fabric looked even more beautiful in person. Rich, vibrant, and full of character. And tucked alongside it: the purple petticoat, fluffy and full of promise.
Trying on a new petticoat color is always an experience, but this one? Pure magic.
As I slipped it on, the purple bloomed around me, adding a whole new personality to my silhouette. It felt playful, bold, and wonderfully indulgent. Then came the dress itself - buttoning up, settling into place, the skirt falling just right over the petticoat.
And then ... the mirror moment.
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| The "Way Out West" Mulberry Tartan dress. |
I couldn’t stop smiling.
I turned. I swayed. I admired how the tartan danced with the purple underneath, how the shape hugged and flared in all the right ways. Time completely disappeared as I stood there, lost in admiration, soaking in that incomparable feeling of wearing something that just clicks.
Eventually - still grinning like a fool - I stepped out to present myself to my wife and our boyfriend.
The reactions said everything.
That big, big grin on my face? Matched and mirrored right back at me.
This dress may have arrived after Christmas, but honestly? It became the perfect reminder that joy doesn’t follow a schedule. Sometimes it arrives late, wrapped in tartan and tulle, and makes an even bigger impression because of it.
And yes - I will absolutely be going petticoated at every possible opportunity. 💜 💜 💜 💜
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| 💜 💜 The Joy of Going Petticoated 💜 💜 |
And just when I think the moment couldn’t possibly get any better, there’s that quiet pause - the kind where something magical hangs in the air.
After presenting myself, still glowing and twirling just a little too much, I carefully sit down between my beloved ones. I smooth my dress, gently fluffing and settling the petticoat underneath, making sure everything falls just right. The tartan rustles softly, the purple tulle sighs into place ... and then I notice it.
They both exhale at the same time.
A shared, contented sigh that makes my heart flutter before I even understand why. I barely have time to smile before it happens - kiss! - one on my left cheek, kiss! - one on my right, perfectly synchronized. Warm, affectionate, and utterly disarming.
Then, almost at once, two familiar, beloved voices lean in close, whispering into my ears how incredibly lovely I look. How the dress suits me. How the petticoat is dangerously cute. How the wait was more than worth it.
In that moment, surrounded by love, tartan, tulle, and soft laughter, I know for certain:
This late Christmas present didn’t just arrive in a parcel - it arrived wrapped in magic. ✨


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