Few weeks ago my colleagues and I had finally time to sit down for a Christmas party,
never-mind the fact that it was already January.
Although it felt more like Christmas than +5 and drizzle December ever did.
Since we like to put boredom on a shelf,
we dressed up like it was 1920:
When we walked towards Chocolaterie, flurry of snow covered everything
which made my cold heart to melt.
After it got even worse, since the lovely scenery welcomed us:
When others fail to serve,
then visual merchandisers work like the rent is due tomorrow:
This is the way you should wear H&M Paris collection:
My life is entwined with classy and trashy
(referenced to my blogpost):
Cute as a button:
All girls with flapper dresses, unite!:
väga lamp pilt
On previous day Ester cut my hair back to short as it should be.
Saving money on shampoos. Happy dance!:
Gertrud's boyfriend didn't let her out into the freezing cold
without any warm underwear (sharing is caring):
We ate. We chatted. We drank.
We exchanged gifts, wished merry christmas to each other and gave out free hugs:
Let's see what we got as a gift...
"Hold your horses, Mister!":
"Who wants to be a millionaire?":
I had one job and I failed!
That is to say Dagmar gave a speech, which was truly lovely and heart-warming,
but I managed to capture it like she was intoxicated and needed a taxi ride home
Long story short "We have great colleagues!":
Liisa does not serve minors:
Mademoiselles were little flirty:
Try to remain serious with these guys:
The skin colour of Gertrud is called "Chocolaterie":
"Don't hate me,
because you aint me":
Au revoir!