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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 [...]

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 [...]

Malnourished Monday – clothes that make you look thin

Grazia, I love you. Honestly, you are my favourite glossy mag and I am feverishly looking forward to the all-Tuesday-y ‘thump’ that indicates that yet another edition has been pushed through my letterbox. But ‘new-season buys that […] slim and flatter like no other’? Really? And who exactly are these shapes ought to be flattering? [...]

Was dressing exactly like Carrie Bradshaw ever the idea?

I love Mondays. Mainly because of The Guardian’s Monday supplement G2 and its ‘Ask Hadley’ series. Every Monday Hadley Freeman answers sartorial questions in a witty and often unexpected way. And I rarely disagree. But when it comes to blaspheming Carrie Bradshaw, I can’t just sit and watch injustice happen. Was dressing exactly like Carrie [...]

Zou gotta work for zour monnez – or: what I have been up to

Mz husband asked me to do him a favour and spell-check ‘a few’ German texts. Sure. I switched my keyboard from English to German and happilz tapped along. Look at all the Äs and Ös and Üs! Exciting stuff! Now that little L has settled happily into her two-day routine at the nursery, I am [...]

The love is in the shoes

When it comes to handing down hang-ups and obsessions, my love for beautiful but slightly impractical shoes is the one I worry the least about. A girl’s got to love her shoes, no? The love is in the shoes

Is it a bird? Is it a thunderbolt? No, it’s Met Mum in her new coat!

This is what happens when you are too eager to keep up with your fashion forward baby daughter. A classic case of being lured into confidence and carried away by the psychological warfare that is used and mastered by Selfridges to sweet-talk you into buy things.

Fashion forward style lessons from my baby daughter

Thanks to Liz at Violet Posy, not only did I make it in time to the Gap to admire Stella McCartney’s cooperation with the high street brand, I even hunted down one of the one-piece sweaters for little L.

Mummy needs a break. Or: a day out in London

In the six months since little L’s birth, I have barely been separated from my precious baby girl. There have been about ten evenings where I nipped out for an hour or two, leaving Big M behind to keep a close eye on the baby monitor. An easy task, as little L usually doesn’t wake until the wee hours, once mummy has tucked her in and kissed her good night. Then there have been about six times she spent an hour in the gym crèche, guarded by the lovely Jane and her staff. But all of a sudden, little L decided not to like staying there anymore, and Met Mum had to be called to her rescue via the intercom. So there it went, my tiny bit of me-time.

Slummy mummy and the well-dressed baby

In a recent comment-conversation, the lovely Rose said: ‘Oh I envy little L, I imagine she has a great wardrobe of clothes!’ I had to think about this, because a) yes, she does (thanks to her generous grandma, little L is sporting Ugg Boots, pink Ralph Lauren corduroys and a white Petit Bateau hooded jacket in the picture above) and b) I envy her myself, because she’s better dressed than me. Realising this kind of hurt, but it’s the truth and it’s time to face it: I am a slummy mummy.