Author: Metropolitan Mum

Passing on my love for shoes

I should have known better. If I had done my homework, I could have easily found out that the co-founder of gorgeous children’s shoes shop Papillon is Anya Hindmarch’s sister. I could have known what kind of crowd to expect at the opening party of Papillon’s new flagship store in Marelybone. London socialites, handbag empire […]

Rule, Bavaria!

The guy next to me on seat 11B kept on pushing my elbow off the armrest. Well, at least he tried. I was tempted to ask him if he knew how lucky he was. If it weren’t for my very generous husband, he’d be kicked off the armrest by a screaming 13-months-old. It was only […]

Under my umbrella ella ella

Bouncing to the sounds of Rihanna through the kitchen this morning with little L on my arm, I realised that this was ‘our’ song. We had only started dating when I boarded a plane to go to Stockholm to see the man who should become the love of my life. Big M picked me up […]

On moving house

So. Where are we? Three months after accepting an offer on our house, we are still in Islington. We still have not exchanged. We have pulled a lot of hair – very much to the dismay of Big M who didn’t have a lot of hair to begin with. We got in a few silly […]

Seven Shoes – the ‘Hello Lover’ award

Originally, this award was called ‘The beautiful blogger award’, but our shoebsessed frashionista (= a shoe obsessed friend and fashionista) 40 Not Out decided to unravel the award’s rules, lay out its components neatly and nicely and put them together as something completely new. She even made her Manolo’s star in the award’s trophy: That […]

Spread the blogging love

I have been a bad girl. A very bad girl. I deserve spanking, no-pudding-straight-to-bed-orders and a week without Gossip Girl. My unforgiveable sin: precious memes, tags and awards have been bestowed upon me by my beloved, fabulous and lovely bloggie friends, and I have not responded in an appropriate manner. But I promise to be […]

Papa Frost

Let’s say you are in your mid to late 30s and Mr. Right is way out of sight. Let’s also say you had a very strong desire for a baby, but the idea of a partner to share this with seems far-fetched. Your biological clock is ticking mercilessly. What would be the Plan B? Is […]