Is Santa Sexy?

My kit arrived the other day. Along with some of the most beautiful lingerie and loungewear, my kit (affectionately named 'Kit') also contained a few rather confusing-looking toys and some really fun fancy dress outfits. One of the outfits really got me thinking - is Santa sexy?

As a child everyone knows the same story - Father Christmas, Santa, St. Nick, whichever name he goes by, he is still a jovial fat man who slides down ones chimney with a huge bag of presents just for you. He travels by sleigh and reindeer, and he visits every single child on planet Earth in one night. With that story in mind I have a question: why is there a Miss Sexy Santa costume in Kit?

I asked my other half if he thought there was something sexy about Santa. "I can't say I'm heavily into to fat guys with beards, Liv", came the reply. So then it became a question of "is this outfit really sexy to a man?" He took one look at it and said no. No it's not sexy, no it's not technically Santa either and no, I don't care if it comes with a hat.

So, obviously, Santa isn't the sexy bit - the idea that a woman has gone to the bother of finding a costume that she believes her man will find attractive is the sexy bit. The woman in the costume who does the whole routine of 'Santa Baby' in the Mariyln-esque voice with the wiggly hips...

Santa is not sexy. Miss  Santa is though, and that's you. So go forth this festive season and be the sexiest Santa you can be! (Weirdest sentence ever). 

Get The Party Started!

Isn't this exciting?!

OK, I've blogged before and I'm always rubbish at keeping up with it. But this time is different. This blog is about my current work situation and my journey from rookie party ambassador to (hopefully) hugely succesful young woman who makes a fortune from going to parties. 

My qualifications are well suited to this job. I like company, laughing, underwear and parties. I'm hardly ever embarrassed by anything (except accidental wind breaking in front of my other half) and I am very good at getting people drunk and laughing. 

8 months ago my mum and I started our own takeaway food business, it was our baby, our dream and our way off the breadline. As with so many first businesses, it failed. Mum carried on working in a nursing home (where she still is) and I signed onto the dole. As ways of making money go, the dole is by far the worst for me. I don't like it at all - it's humiliating and demoralising. And if that wasn't bad enough, according to our wonderful government, I'm only entitled to £57.00 a week, as an unemployed 23 year old. I live in rented accomodation, I have a car, a phone, a stomach and the need to fill it at least once a day. So, as you can imagine, the dole money is basically useless to me. 

What could I do to make money that required none to start up and allowed me to continue working for myself? The answer practically fell into my lap... Ann Summers Party Ambassador!

It's perfect - go in, with my kit, make women of all ages laugh, play games, have some drinks, buy some saucy underwear or sex toys, go home, count money, bank money, repeat until wealthy and rolling in designer clothes. 

So I started. I am now marketing myself and sharing my business Facebook page until I am blue in the face, trying to get as many bookings as possible before Christmas. 

I'm pretty lucky though - my friends are all party girls like me, so I'm having no trouble getting the very first party sorted. But...but the games, the ordering, the sheer number of people who may have questions - it's all rather intimidating. So I'm using this blog to vent my ideas, successes, failures and panics, in the hopes that it will keep me sane!

I hope any readers will enjoy my journey; I know I certainly will!