Today at work we discussed how, with men, it’s about making the most of the one you’ve got - trying him out in different scenarios (restaurant, cinema, handcuffs) to shake things up a bit, for example. And it’s NOT about always wanting all the men you DON’T have. And, sometimes, wanting the men you DON’T have more purely [...]
This week a trip to the Miu Miu concession in Selfridges (purrrrr) revealed that in the whole of London there were only two – TWO! – Miu Miu bags in the style I was after. The husband had agreed to devote the entirety of Saturday 4 April to birthday present shopping (given how much he detests [...]
1) You fail to wear your lovely biker boots for the whole of winter because you got a bit of mud on them in November and couldn’t be bothered to clean them (this is also a sign of extreme laziness).
2) You start storing your trainers in the cupboard under the kitchen sink.
3) You go into [...]
Um. This is quite embarrassing.
You know how I couldn’t find that purple Dotty P’s dress on their website yesterday?
And how I was delighted with the abbreviated nature of its hemline (the husband’s reaction when I modelled it: “It is very short, isn’t it”)?
Yes, well, turns out that this dress isn’t so much a dress as [...]
I tend to avoid Dorothy Perkins. It’s the name, you see. Sounds like that frumpy aunt you’d rather not invite to your wedding. But now Sunday Times Style tells me that granny chic is in (and if Sunday Times Style says it, it must be true), Dotty Ps on Oxford Street was top of [...]
I don’t usually buy clothes online (I worry they won’t fit – see below), but when I saw this pair of ASOS ripped skinny jeans it was lust at first sight. OK, I’d rather have a pair by Balmain, but the husband would go stark raving mad if I paid hundreds and hundreds of pounds [...]
The sun is shining. Which means only one thing: an excuse to wear my new Ray Ban aviator sunglasses at all times. However, as usual, I’ve been experiencing sunglasses-related problems, caused mainly by my head-and-face-based deformities, which are as follows:
1) my head is the size of a child’s (meaning that sunglasses refuse to stay perched [...]
Back from Morocco. Was concerned that having been away for so long (10 days) as spring fashions hit the shops, I’d come back and find myself to be ridiculously ‘last season’ compared to my friends and colleagues, who’d be floating around in harem pants and floral skirts. Turns out it’s still bloody freezing, and everyone’s [...]
Italian TV. Yet another thing you don’t expect in Morocco, much less in a tiny surf town miles from civilisation. But Italian TV is what we have. And Kuwait TV. And NileNews. And Viva Polska. And a channel that allowed us to watch The Mummy Returns, dubbed into an unidentified language. Sweet Jesus that film [...]
The best thing about surfing? The feeling of being at one with the ocean, the rise and fall of the waves in rhythm with your heartbeat.
Yeah. Whatever. The actual best thing about surfing AKA near-death by drowning, is that after being pummelled by the waves and shouted at by proper surfers to ‘get out of [...]
