People sometimes ask me if I find it difficult to write a book. The answer is no. The writing itself is easily done, you just sit down, open the laptop and jot down the words as they come. Writing a good book is an entirely different question, and yes, I find it very difficult to […]
Only if you have the right experience…
Somewhere I had read about us all moving towards a look that was preliminarily reserved for the porn industry. Fake boobs, fake nails, fake tan – even hair extensions and b(l)each blond hair had initially only been associated with the world of Dirk Diggler. Since The Only Way is Essex at the latest, we should […]
It’s been a classic case of too much on my plate for a while now. So much on my plate actually that I didn’t find the time to spend a Selfridge’s gift voucher, which I received with glee as a birthday present from Big M. In July. When I raided through my winter wardrobe the […]
Kate at Writing and Moaning. Well done, Kate. I hope will enjoy your Bed of Nails and that your back will start to feel better soon!
In an ideal world, I’d have a private cook, a personal trainer that comes to my house and a massage therapist that takes away the strains of my lady-who-lunches lifestyle. In my world, there are Innocent Veg Pots, gruesome Pilates reformer classes and a spiky mat that is supposed to boost my overall wellbeing with […]
I drink it when I’m happy and when I’m sad. Sometimes I drink it when I am alone. When I have company I consider it obligatory. I trifle with it if I’m not hungry and I drink it when I am. Otherwise I never touch it, unless I am thirsty. Madame Lily Bollinger
Fashion week is over and done, the wind is ripping the yellow leaves off the trees and a hot tea all of a sudden sounds much more tempting than ice-cold Pimm’s and lemonade. Time to loosen that tiny, waist-cinching belt and treat yourself to the ultimate fashionista’s delicacy: Prêt-à-Portea at the Berkeley Hotel.
I admit it. I am a crap parent. The philosophy by which our daughter is raised follows the principles of PLR (The Path of Least Resistance), i.e. I am trying to make it as easy for myself as it can possibly get. It’s Hipp instead of baby led weaning (I never got the point of […]
My friend Julia recently introduced me to the term Lattemamma – the Swedish, slightly more PC translation for Yummy Mummy. Think cafes on Östermalm (Stockholm’s very own South Ken), German estate cars and children called Apple or Moses. I only score one out of three, but I found the term very appropriate nevertheless.