So it’s snowing again in London. Remember last year’s snow chaos? London went into freeze (literally) with no buses and no trains running during a few days. Just like thousands of other people, Big M got stuck on one of trains that were stranded somewhere in the middle of nowhere. The amount of snow that had […]
The headline of this Harrods promotion in Grazia reads ‘DRESSES TO DIE FOR’. And the weapon of choice in this case is starvation, I reckon.
Finally, it’s the season of comfort and joy again. Time to go overboard on Christmas decorations, buy presents for family and friends, write Christmas cards and wish lists, sit together around the table and feast (have I mentioned that there will be the whole family sitting around our table this Sunday, hoping to be fed? […]
Only a few months ago, I felt completely housebound. It seemed I would never again make a trip into town, as little L would start crying in her highest pitched voice, as soon as a stranger would come too close. Which happened about every 5 minutes. Add to that the fact that I never mastered […]
Not too long ago, my life was far from rosy. I remember feeling being caught in an impressionistic painting: when you looked too close, the whole thing appeared to be quite messy and didn’t make sense at all.
Grazia Magazine is by far my favourite glossy pastime. I particularly like the mixture of celebrity gossip, fashion trends, beauty tips and issues that move hearts or at least make you think about problems that go on in less wealthy parts of our world.
When we bought our current home, we have been DINKOS – double income no kids. We were looking for a property t in walking distance of the tube, with plenty of shops and bars and restaurants to choose from. The cab trip home from a night out in West London shouldn’t be more than £ 15, and the communal garden at the back seemed to be inviting and lively, with the neighbours having garden parties and kids running around during long summer nights.
The headline reads ‘The revenge of the sensible shoe’. Unfortunately, the author doesn’t say what the revenge consists of. Maybe the shoe had all the food and left the ladies hungry?
A while ago, A Modern Mother wrote a post aimed at PR companies about how to approach bloggers when trying to engage them for reviews and the likes. Apparently, the appeal was fruitful; at least I haven’t heard of any more crass incidences.
As if it wasn’t bad enough that women like Kate Moss count as rolemodels (may I quickly remind you: a love for publicly shoving coke up her nose, the heroin addicted boyfriend, frequently stumbling around town completely drunk), now she is even giving dieting advice. Of all the wrong kind.