Author: Metropolitan Mum

On Haribos and Art Prints

They had been set up the week before. Her friend had coaxed her into coming out for a meal at a casual, low-key restaurant in Notting Hill with loads of people. Her friend knew she’d never shown up for a double date. And when it turned out to be only the four of them, it […]

Chanel robots

My friend Emily drew my attention to this little playful piece of makeup art. I mean, how cool is this? And honestly, how many of you have enough stuff in their makeup bags to copy it? Off to play robots now…

It’s not fair!

The children had gathered around the teacher, impatiently pushing and shoving their little arms forward to grab one of the stormily admired hula-hoops. ‘Say please and thank you.’ the teacher had demanded earlier. My motherly heart swelled with pride when little L held her hands up high and enthusiastically called ‘Peeease! Peeease!’ – in fact, […]

About the book III

Just in case you started to wonder: I am still here. I still love my blog and all that (who) comes with it. It’s just that I am so preoccupied (read: obsessed) with the idea of finishing the book that I barely have time for anything else. Even if my beloved MacBook (thank you for […]

Where is North London?

The days in between the years are usually spent watching a lot of crap TV chez Met Mum. And when I say crap, I mean CRAP. It’s Clarkson and his retarded friends for Big M and catching up on *gasp* The Only Way is Essex for me. You missed it? Whaaht? Missed it, hunney? Shu’ […]


If you expect the latest gossip on who’s not talking to whom anymore in bloggerland; this is not what this post is about. I seem to be refreshingly oblivious to this kind of news – they tend to go straight over my head, and I only hear of them when everybody else has already moved […]