On the eleventh day of Christmas, Domestic Sluttery gave to me... a sausage dog purse from Dutch by Design.
Update! We have a winner! Rebecca Wilson Scott! You said that you'll be wearing a "joyfully colourful (and stretchy) jersey dress: It's uber comfy, suitably festive and will accommodate my expanding food filled belly!" Sounds brilliant. Just email us to claim your prize.
OH MY GOD I WANT THIS SO MUCH. I'm not even in the Christmas spirit about this competition. I'm being a massive Scrooge. I want this leather sausage dog purse for myself and I'm mad that one of you is going to win
But if you at least consider winning him and then wrapping him up and sending him to sit under my Christmas tree, I'll let you play. Leave us a comment below, telling us what you'll be wearing for Christmas day. Are you a pretty sparkly dress kinda person, or are you not planning on getting dressed at all? Slankets don't count as being dressed y'know. And that's more than OK with us.
Leave us a comment before midnight tonight and we'll announce the winner (somewhat begrudgingly) tomorrow.
Wondering who won the Bodie & Fou whisky glasses yesterday? That was Catherine Fathers! Here's what she'll be drinking for Christmas - "Hot chocolate with Baileys, oodles of whipped cream and grated chocolate to top it off, the works. Serve in an oversized mug with a blanket and a Christmas film, done!" Sounds good to us! Catherine, just email us to claim your prize and we'll send it on its way.
Good luck today, everyone!
Oh yawn, small print (read it). The competition will close at Midnight on December 15th. You must be UK based to enter, sorry you lovely overseas readers. If you're anon your entry won't count and if you enter more than once, we'll discount all of your entries and tell you off. The winning entry will be chosen at random and you must claim your prize by the 16th or we'll draw again. If you've won one competition this Christmas, let someone else have a bash and go and play with your toys! We're not allowed to enter our own competitions. Humph. Go away. We're sulking like you wouldn't believe.