When my husband asked me last summer what I wanted for my birthday, I mentioned a golden Michael Kors watch and an evening clutch. Generous and lovely as he is, Big M set out to get me both. Also, adventurous as he is, he chose a Michael Kors clutch that didn’t have my previous seal […]
Eat your lardy heart out, Mr Atkins, but there is no way you will ever see me on a no-bread-diet. A while ago, when my innocent ears first got wind of the idea of cutting out any kind of bread, my first instinctive reaction was to dig my teeth deep into a pretzel – an […]
I have been asked how living at the new place was and how I liked the house. Well, the first thing that comes to mind is the smell of the new house. It smells English.
The air tastes of change. It’s not the falling leaves or a chillier breeze that make me listen up and put my nose into the cold morning air – there’s something else lingering outside, waiting to reveal itself. I can’t quite put my finger on it. It reminds me a lot of the feeling I […]
As soon as you step through the revolving doors and into the foyer, the constant buzzing noise of the city fades into the background. Accompanied by the gentle clicking and clacking of your shoes’ soles you make your way down the hallway. When the elevator doors silently zoom shut behind you, every last bit of […]
If you smell a bit of an oxymoron here, hold on tight to your big rollers and smell again. In the past few weeks, I have been selflessly testing every nail salon within walking distance. Of course, it was only a question of days before the next chipped nail would force me into uncovering a […]
It was fun while it lasted, but the house hunting horror series must come to an end. We have found a new home, hurray!
There’s something about growing up in London – the party never seems to stop. There’s always something new to learn, always something exciting to do.
I can’t quite decide which caption to deem appropriate for this illustrious image of a sitting room. ‘When in Venice…’? Or what about an Alice quote: ‘Curiouser and curiouser.’ Taste, in this case, is definitely a matter of opinion.
Estate agent: The property is in very good nick. Ready to move in! Me: Obviously, you’d want to update that bathroom. Estate agent: Well, … that’s all down to personal style, isn’t it? Me: Harrumph.