Good day bonnie lads and lassies, and a hearty och aye the noo to ye.

Also, sorry for that.

One of my promises to myself this year was to celebrate more things during 2013, as I’m a sucker for themes. I also vowed to host more gatherings, as I absolutely love entertaining, but the past year has been such a whirlwind I haven’t had a chance to do much. That said, things are busier than ever for me on the work front, but that forced me to step it up and really make time for entertaining, and so I invited a few chums over for a cosy Burns Night dinner.

I spent a very bizarre day yesterday alternately sorting through model portfolios and shoot locations while popping to the kitchen for 15 minute intervals to make cock-a-leekie soup, clapshot and whisky cream for the cranachan. If the evening taught me anything, it’s that Scottish food is HILARIOUS. My lovely friends really threw themselves into it, and one of them recited Tae a Moose for us to rapturous applause.

I’m afraid I didn’t take any photos of the supper actually prepared, as we were eating by candlelight and all was rather dark. I had a playlist of modern Scottish bands (Biffy Clyro, Franz Ferdinand, Belle & Sebastien) running,  plenty of heather on the tartan tablecloth and a roaring fire in the sitting room. A lovely evening all round, and huge thanks to my friends for really getting into it and indulging a crazy girl who loves themed parties….