Today was the first day this year that I was able to switch off the heating and open all the doors & windows. Yes, I know it's a little early in the year but it really felt like spring was on it's way.
I can't wait for warmer days so I can wear beautiful floaty dresses in gorgeous bright colours and not have to bother with coats.
Saturday, 12 February 2011
Sunday, 6 February 2011
Object of desire - Chloe pleated silk-satin blouse
I just love this Chloe blouse.
Image via net-a-porter.com
I could see myself wearing it with cream wide-legged trousers and some strappy sandals for lunch in a beautiful restaurant like The Roof Gardens.
All I need now is to find the £515 to pay for it. And get the life style to go with it.
Thursday, 3 February 2011
Happy Birthday to me!
Today is my birthday.
I'm 45. Forty five! I can scarcely believe it. The whole thing has an air of the surreal about it. Surely I can't be five years off... gulp, half a century? I mean, I still feel like a hip, trendy young thing who spends every night out in the latest bar/club/pub.
Actually, who am I trying to kid - I feel a bit knackered and really rather enjoy quiet nights in with Classic FM & a good book. And a nice cup of cocoa.
Instead of relentlessly following the latest fashion whether or not it suits me, I now hunt down quality investment pieces that flatter my body type and I have a newfound appreciation of good tailoring.
I'd rather spend quality time with good friends than hanging out in the latest hip nightspot with people I hardly know. In fact I'm quite fond of regaling young people with my clubbing stories in a smug 'been there, done that' kind of way. I was put rather firmly in my place the other day when I was telling some beautiful young things a story about clubbing at The Hacienda. I was in full flow, convinced of my own coolness when a gorgeous boy sighed wistfully and said, 'That sounds amazing. I wish I'd been alive in the olden days'. That was me well and truly told. I'll get back to my cocoa.
All in all, it's not that bad growing old. Granted you have a few wrinkles and grey hairs but you have a real confidence and self assuredness that I wouldn't swap for anything. When you're young and life throws you a few knocks, you're convinced that it's the end, your life is ruined and you'll never be able to recover from it but as you get a few life experiences under your belt, you realize that it'll pass and you'll survive. So much less tiring than teenage angst.
I have my amazing boyfriend, my wonderful family and great friends. That's all I need really.
I'm 45. Forty five! I can scarcely believe it. The whole thing has an air of the surreal about it. Surely I can't be five years off... gulp, half a century? I mean, I still feel like a hip, trendy young thing who spends every night out in the latest bar/club/pub.
Actually, who am I trying to kid - I feel a bit knackered and really rather enjoy quiet nights in with Classic FM & a good book. And a nice cup of cocoa.
Instead of relentlessly following the latest fashion whether or not it suits me, I now hunt down quality investment pieces that flatter my body type and I have a newfound appreciation of good tailoring.
I'd rather spend quality time with good friends than hanging out in the latest hip nightspot with people I hardly know. In fact I'm quite fond of regaling young people with my clubbing stories in a smug 'been there, done that' kind of way. I was put rather firmly in my place the other day when I was telling some beautiful young things a story about clubbing at The Hacienda. I was in full flow, convinced of my own coolness when a gorgeous boy sighed wistfully and said, 'That sounds amazing. I wish I'd been alive in the olden days'. That was me well and truly told. I'll get back to my cocoa.
All in all, it's not that bad growing old. Granted you have a few wrinkles and grey hairs but you have a real confidence and self assuredness that I wouldn't swap for anything. When you're young and life throws you a few knocks, you're convinced that it's the end, your life is ruined and you'll never be able to recover from it but as you get a few life experiences under your belt, you realize that it'll pass and you'll survive. So much less tiring than teenage angst.
I have my amazing boyfriend, my wonderful family and great friends. That's all I need really.
Wednesday, 2 February 2011
The Kings Speech - a review
I was in desperate need of mental and cultural stimulation today after spending the whole day yesterday on Facebook/Twitter & watching some truly woeful TV so I took myself off to see 'The Kings Speech'.
It was a very smart move on my part. It's an amazing film. Colin Firth was magnificent. Not in a hot-Mr-Darcy-emerging-from-the-lake kind of way. In a strong, intelligent actor at the height of his powers kind of way. Geoffrey Rush was as great as ever and it was good to see Helena Bonham-Carter going back to her roots & playing an English gentlewoman.
For those of you not in the know, it's about Bertie, the reluctant prince who overcame a crippling stammer with the help of an unorthodox Australian speech therapist and became King George VI. During World War II, King George VI played a very important part in boosting British morale and became a symbol of the British spirit. I actually found myself welling up at times as they both overcame obstacles in their lives and became the unlikeliest of friends. Dare I whisper the hackneyed phrase 'life affirming'?
Definitely a recommendation from me.
Image via www.awardsdaily.com
It was a very smart move on my part. It's an amazing film. Colin Firth was magnificent. Not in a hot-Mr-Darcy-emerging-from-the-lake kind of way. In a strong, intelligent actor at the height of his powers kind of way. Geoffrey Rush was as great as ever and it was good to see Helena Bonham-Carter going back to her roots & playing an English gentlewoman.
For those of you not in the know, it's about Bertie, the reluctant prince who overcame a crippling stammer with the help of an unorthodox Australian speech therapist and became King George VI. During World War II, King George VI played a very important part in boosting British morale and became a symbol of the British spirit. I actually found myself welling up at times as they both overcame obstacles in their lives and became the unlikeliest of friends. Dare I whisper the hackneyed phrase 'life affirming'?
Definitely a recommendation from me.
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