Jingle sells, Jingle sells,
Shopping all the way,
Oh, what fun it is to spend,
with Christmas on the way, hey!

Dashing out the door in,
In my new Manolos (hooray!)
Into shops I go, laughing all the way (hey hey hey)
Bells on Eftpos ring,
making spirits fly,
Oh what fun it is shop, it’s time to buy, buy, buy!

Splashing out on frocks,
With a Birkin full of pay,
Into Review I go,
Spending all the way (Hooray!)
I spy the prettiest dress,
it makes me look so right,
Oh! what a happy girl I’m shopping all day and night!

Jingle sells, Jingle sells,
Shopping all the way,
Oh, what fun it is to spend,
with Christmas on the way, hey!

Zooming through the crowds,
in my zippy Porsche (in grey)
Into Prada I go, buying all the way,
Beads on bags go bling,
Making sequins shine,
Oh, what fun it is to have,
A very cool bag tonight, hey!

Jingle sells, Jingle sells,
Shopping all the way,
Oh, what fun it is to spend,
with Christmas on the way, hey!

Skipping through the stores,
My black Amex poised to pay,
Into Chanel I go,
Smiling all the way (hey hey hey)
A satin shoe is mine,
It makes me looks divine
Oh, what fun it is to be,
So very chic tonight, hey!

Jingle sells, Jingle sells,
Shopping all the way,
Oh, what fun it is to spend,
with Christmas on the way, hey!

Dashing to a party,
In sexy Review (I must say)
Over to George Clooney I go,
Laughing all the way (hey hey hey)
Bells on paparazzi ring,
Making flash bulbs bright,
Oh, what fun it is, To be so glam tonight! Yah!

Jingle sells, Jingle sells,
Shopping all the way,
Oh, what fun it is to spend,
with Christmas on the way, hey!

Yours fashionably,

FiFi
www.FiFi.com.au

Very Easy Mini Plum Puddings… adulterated from Bill Granger.

When is a Plum Pudding a cake? When it’s made in a muffin tray. These are so easy! Bill Granger says you can whip these up on Christmas morning.

Serve with lashings of delicious brandy butter, custard and decadent cream.

You need for 12 hungry, hung over fashionista, or 45 models:
300g raisins
100g sultanas
100g currants
100g glacé fruit (figs, apricots or cherries), chopped
150g unsalted butter
1 tsp bicarbonate of soda
175g light brown sugar
1 tbs marmalade
3 tbs brandy
300g plain flour
2 tsp baking powder
1 tsp mixed spice
2 tbs cocoa powder
2 eggs, lightly beaten
custard, homemade or good-quality shop-bought, to serve.

• Slip into a chic Review summer dress.
• Slide into your Prada heels.
• Pop on Frank Sinatra’s Christmas carols.
• Preheat the oven to 180°C.
• Moisturise a 12-hole muffin tray with lashings of unsalted butter.
• Ask George Clooney to put on a strong coffee.
• Try to chop the dried fruit into small little chunky bits about the size of a Tiffany diamond.
• Find a saucepan somewhere.
• Toss in the dried and glacé fruit, the butter, bicarbonate of soda, sugar, marmalade, 1 tbs of the brandy and 250ml of water.
• Make sure you taste the brandy before you cook with it. Hic!
• Now put the bottle straight back in the cupboard. Please.
• I said put the Brandy away. Good girl.
• Now bring the fruit mix to the boil and make sure you stir constantly to make sure it doesn’t catch.
• When it’s all melted and gooey as Crème de la Mer let it have time out alone to completely cool.
• While that is cooling you can find a bowl.
• Sift the flour, baking powder, spice and cocoa and mix together.
• Now get some eggs in a bowl and lightly beat them (Think of your ex husbands).
• Pour the eggs into the now cooled and very gooey fruit mixture and give it a mix. Think Facemask.
• Toss in the dry flour mix and give it a good stir together.
• Now spoon the very wet and mooshy mix into the muffin tray but don’t fill right to top so it can rise a bit. A bit like your stomach after Christmas dinner.
• Throw in the oven for about for 25-30 minutes.
• The muffin plum puddings are cooked when they are bouncy as Beyonce and as brown as a Chloe bag on top.
• TIP: It’s cooked if you insert a strand of spaghetti and it comes out clean.
• To serve you can pour the rest of the brandy (if you haven’t already drunk it) over the puddings while they’re still warm.
• Light my fire, baby!
• Serve with lashings of brandy butter.
• Merry Christmas!

Yours fashionably Fed,

FiFi
www.FiFi.com.au

Dear Santa,

You see me when I’m sleeping (ewww),
You know when I’m awake (all night shopping online),
You know when I’ve been good or bad,
And this year I’ve been good for goodness sake!

So here is my ultimate fashion wish list for Christmas….

I wish that there were no calories in Brandy butter.
I wish French champagne didn’t taste so good.
I wish I didn’t have to take Nurofen ever time I wear my Givenchy heels.
I wish for a divine Hermes Birkin bag.
I wish I could wear a different Review dress every day of the year.
I wish my hair did not turn into an afro.
I wish my lip gloss stayed on after air kisses.
I wish the paparazzi wouldn’t catch me without makeup.
I wish I could hide behind Tom Ford Cat’s Eyes sunglasses.
I wish Tom Ford wasn’t gay.
I wish Rachel Zoe would eat a big juicy Hamburger.
I wish Victoria Beckham would look messy. Just for one day.
I wish I could drink Crème de Mer.
I wish you burnt more calories by wearing bright colours.
I wish I could buy the Grace Coddington’s book (And have the strength to lift it).
I wish I could have a Chanel bike with the cute quilted saddle bag (Now that would make me exercise).
I wish for an Elsa Peretti gold bone cuff from Tiffany and Co.
I wish I could sleep in Chanel No 5.
I wish I could have every single one of Anna dello Russo’s accessories. And her legs too.
I wish for a romantic dinner with George Clooney.
I know that would bring Peace on earth and goodwill to all mankind.

Yours Fashionably,

FiFi
www.FiFi.com.au

C is for Christmas party dressing!

H is for the Hours you take as you leisurely get yourself ready.

R is for Review and the divine Bella black lace cocktail dress you are dying to wear.

I is for how Instantly incredible you look!

S is for your Sensational collection of seriously sexy shoes.

T is for Trying them all on. Totally.

M is for Makeup, and applying the glossiest lip-gloss and the prettiest smoky eye.

A is for Amazing accessories: throwing on a fabulous jeweled necklace and a Chanel glitter clutch.

S is for how Sophisticated and So perfectly pretty you are when you skip out the door.

P is for POP as the champagne bottles open.

A is for AHHHH as you make your entrance.

R is for Ready to dance the night away.

T is for all the Tall, dark, handsome men who suddenly surround you.

Y is Yes! You are the Belle of the Ball.

D is for Drinking a lovely glass (or two) of Veuve Cliquot.

R is for Mr. Right who can’t take his eyes off you.

E is for an Enigmatic and electric conversation.

S is for Swirling around as you hit the dance floor.

S is for Stilettos (Vanity Feels no pain) .

I is for In Love. In Heaven. Indisputably.

N is for a Night of Neverending fun.

G is for a Glorious night (and George Clooney!)

Yours fashionably,

FiFi
www.FiFi.com.au