The Joy of Missing Out:

Why JOMO Is the New FOMO

Ah, the festive season. The twinkling lights, the inevitable Mariah renditions on repeat, and the tidal wave of social invitations. Before you know it, your December calendar resembles a Jenga tower teetering under the weight of back-to-back plans. You might even notice you’re holding your breath until the 27th, hoping your bank balance, sinuses, and sanity make it through unscathed. And why do we do this? To avoid the dreaded FOMO.

But not this year, friends. This year, I’m flipping the narrative. I’m embracing the Joy of Missing Out (JOMO) with open arms. Sure, pregnancy gives me a built-in pass to decline (thank you, baby bump), but even if you’re not growing a small human, I urge you to consider this: JOMO might just be the most underrated gift of the season. If I am going to go out this year has confirmed that I’m officially a lunch girly. A daytime event gives you all the fun of dressing up without the post-party misery. You’ll still be back in time for a night in front of the fire, preferably with a glass of wine and a smug smile.

Let’s unpack why staying in might be the real festive miracle.

1. You Can Still Get Your Fashion Fix

Here’s a confession: I love dressing up. Few things bring me more joy than slipping into a killer outfit and dusting off my favourite heels. But the thrill fades fast when your feet start throbbing, your tights sag, or your makeup smudges. The joy of missing out? You can still dress up—for yourself, at home. That killer dress? Wear it to lunch or a festive gathering at yours. Bonus: you can swap it for nightwear whenever you like.

Speaking of nightwear, have you seen our dreamy Second Stories cotton nighties? They’re currently on offer for Colour Friday—just saying. And if you’re a fan of dressing for the occasion without leaving the house, nothing beats slipping into your finest while sipping mulled wine in the comfort of your living room. Browse our nighties here

2. You Don’t Have to Brave the Great Outdoors

Picture this: your house, warm and cosy, versus venturing out into the cold, wet misery of a mid-December evening. Even if Storm Bert has kindly taken a break, you’re still battling darkness, damp, and temperatures that demand every layer you own. Now factor in the reality that Christmas parties are rarely reserved for weekends. That means dragging yourself to work the next morning,