I love how, when I flip through the beauty section of a magazine, little L points at the models and shouts ecstatically ‘Mummy! Mateup! Issis mummy mateup!’ (read: ‘It’s mummy. It’s makeup. It’s mummy with makeup!’) However much I might be flattered though, the truth is an entirely different story. Trying to copy the ‘purple […]
Once upon a time, there was a prince, a very patient girl and a wedding date. The patient girl was said to have waited so long for her prince to pop the question, that once she had properly ball-and-chained the chap, she decided to let her hair down big time. As soon as the pressure […]
There’s doing nothing (i.e. killing time with bad TV, putting on a wash, submitting a Tesco online order) and there’s doing nothing (i.e. having a cup of tea, putting your feet up, reading a book). For the latter, there’s the Idler Academy. Nestled into a quiet side bend at the east end of Westbourne Park […]
For all those who have had enough of Ann Summers’ tacky pink plastic toys. For all those who think Bob the Builder is hot, hot, hot. And for all those who need more than a pick me up to get cracking…
10 bloggers, 2.5 hours and countless cups of tea. This morning, I had the pleasure to be part* of a speed-dating-like event for brands that were keen to find out how to best approach mum bloggers. In the depth of The Hoxton**, a cosy meeting room had been set up to offer brands the opportunity […]
My friend Julia has been visiting me this weekend. We made a trip down memory lane (read: Portobello Road) on Saturday, rummaging through vintage fur coats, floaty dresses and… knickers.
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 […]
Do you see what I see? Yes, I know, the resemblance is shocking. And it left me no choice…
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’ […]
The ultimate pick-me-up on a chilly Friday afternoon… What about great hair? Now you say ‘Moi? Avec hair extraordinaire?’ And I say ‘Mais oui, ma belle, if I can do it, so can you.’ Let me introduce me to my most recent beauty find in Islington: The Blow Bar. Take:
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