….parked myself for afternoon tea in one of those grand, Christmas-sy London hotels – setting the mood for card writing and gift planing.
Christmas gift giving – such a lovely ritual, don’t you think? It is so hard to please everyone, and money can only strech so far, but a little bit of thought goes a long way. To plan this years expedition in peace, packed my iPad and parked myself for some afternoon tea in one of those grand, Christmas-sy London hotels – setting the mood. Continue reading
I wish I could drink like a lady, I can take one, or two at the most, three and I am under the table, four and I am under the host. The Society Club, in Soho
So I arranged to meet Cherub, for tea at the Society Club, tucked away in Soho. I thought it safer than her coming by the flat, in case she saw any of my Hermes bags, that had good borrowing potential. Technically, Cherub is not my friend, she was Alex’s mate, but I kind of inherited her, when Alex and Sebastian left. Lucky me.
Cherub arrived 15 minutes fashionably late, weighted down by shopping bags and swathed in one of those Burberry trenches with removable lining. Continue reading
Good morning! London is cold & grey today….so having a duvet day
Good morning! Hope you are all well. Not feeling so good myself… Tucked up in bed with a cold, though luckily, lady Beatrice is looking after me. who is lady Beatrice? It seems like I’ve been burning the candle both ends, as the saying goes. Hectic at Work (we are still interviewing for Rosie’s replacement and time is running out.) Late nights, a cocktail too many, Continue reading
The truth be told, how much time can you really devote to your morning beauty routine?
How much time do you have in the morning for your beauty regime? In all honesty – how many minutes can you spare… Beauty routines are so very personal and no two people are alike. My mother, an easy going, low- maintenance person in every other way, cannot live without her eye wateringly expensive shiseido face creams. My sister, alternates through phases of having a complex 59- step skin care system, and collapsing in bed with her face unwashed, full make up still caked on. Continue reading
On our way to visit petit h, one knows we have reached new heights of civilisation: non smoking signs appear outdoors and recycling has been elevated to Bond street.
Saturday AM: one of those bright, crisp and super sunny mornings we love so much in London. Got up early and we are heading for Bond street – to catch petit h – an Hermes exhibition. Having persuaded my LSH (short for my Long Suffering Husband) to visit the dangerous Hermes territory, I wanted to get us there extra early. No sane person should be shopping in Central London on a Saturday afternoon. Continue reading
Lady Beatrice enjoys London November sun -she is not at at all fond of clutter.
Good afternoon! London is bitterly cold today, and my enthusiasm for the great outdoors and related pursuits is somewhat more restrained. I am busy arranging my social/work diary with indoor pursuits, decluttering the flat, Continue reading
This is how lady Sarah sees herself when she goes riding.
When booking myself for those ‘improvers’ riding lessons, I was full of good intentions. Visions of perfect dressage and immaculately styled hair kept flashing before my eyes. I saw myself wearing a natty, little, CHANEL tweed jacket, accessorised with some Hermes boots, (a gently worn pair, not too new – you don’t want to look like an amateur.) Continue reading