With the invitations sent weeks ago and the mulled wine, roasted chestnuts and mince pies (muchos festive, I know!) prepared and raring to be scoffed, I sat with great anticipation waiting for my guests to arrive at my party. As a Jamie Oliver Homeware ambassador I was lucky to be getting the first look at the new product range and to show it off to some friends.
For anyone that has been following the adventures of the Beeny family at East Yorkshire's Rise Hall, you'll know what I mean when I say I've been slightly coveting Sarah Beeny's lifestyle of late.
Last night, a momentous thing happened. I finally got my mitts on some of the gorgeous Jamie Oliver products and had a good play with them.
I don't know where it began, actually, I suppose I do. It began somewhere past the quarter-life mark. The longing looks, the obsessive coveting and fleeting touches at every opportunity. Of course, the thing I refer to is homeware.
