Disclaimer: This is not my house. Now that that’s out of the way… I LOVE to travel, but on Christmas there is no place I’d rather be than in my cozy Spanish bungalow with my wonderful family. So while many of our friends have jetted off to distance lands, come Christmas morning Tom and I and the girls will be wearing jammies around our tree, eating chocolate croissants and sipping hot cocoa. Five days and counting! Between now and then, if you’ve got a house party to attend and you’re not feeling like kicking up your heels in a party dress (and lord knows I get it!), here’s another way to go. Diaphanous top and a skinny pant accessorized with a jewel or two — mine belonged to my grandmother, a stylish Southern belle if ever there was one — and you’re set. Easy peasy. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I think there is a Panettone around here somewhere that needs eating.