The Posh Paw Blog

What’s your favorite month of the year? Why?

Easy, darling, it’s December.

Not because it’s the end of the year or because everyone suddenly remembers mulled wine exists —

but because December is the only month where the whole world agrees to be just a little bit magical.

It’s the month where:

Grown adults put fairy lights on anything that doesn’t run away fast enough, jazz standards sneak back onto the radio like old lovers, sequins become “appropriate daytime wear,” and even the crankiest souls soften at the smell of cinnamon.

But mostly?

It’s the month where life slows down just enough for you to feel everything.

The nostalgia. The rituals. The chaos. The quiet.

That gorgeous, shimmering mix of past and present that only December can pull off.

It’s the month where I go home — properly home — to Saffron Walden, where Mum fusses, Dad puts on Glenn Miller, and I get to stop being “Luce Beaumont, Fabulous City Woman” and just get to be plain Lulu again, as if it wasn’t some 20 years since I moved out from my parents and as if I was just out to see a friend.

December is storytelling, sparkle, soft sweaters, train rides, candlelight, memories, and the permission to breathe.

It’s my month. The month that made me.

So tell me, what’s yours, darling?

Stay fabulous,
Luce 💋