Hump day

Wednesday and it’s hump day. The middle of the week. Two days in and two days until the weekend.

Since my return from New York and the sad demise of my laptop, I’ve been trying to lay low. I’m missing my lappy laptop but I’m not in a position to plunk down £1500 on a new one at the moment so the laptop must wait.

And so here I am, perched on a kitchen chair in front of my iMac. The cable isn’t long enough to reach the table (I’ve ordered a new one) and the keyboard is balanced precariously on my lap. It’s not exactly ideal and despite having the keyboard on my lap, it’s certainly not a laptop.

Anyway, I spent Saturday celebrating an auspicious birthday with a family member and enjoyed a long, leisurely and delicious lunch before an early night to catch up on sleep.

And Sunday… well on Sunday it was actually sunny and so after a trip to Whole Foods in Kensington on the bus, I repaired to the generously-named roof terrace, unwrapped one of my outdoor sofas from its winter jacket and spent a couple of hours attempting to relax in what was a very windy but reasonably warm afternoon.

Despite the wind, the warmth of the sun was lovely and while it wasn’t exactly tropical, I took the opportunity to take off my tights. Finally. I shielded my eyes from the glare of my white skin and recuperated from the week of extreme meetings which had been New York.

By Monday I was feeling normal and so off I went on my new commute to the new office. I’m still getting used to the new space, new desk and glaring new lights. I think I may start wearing hats to work to shield my sensitive eyes from the overhead strip lights. Fond memories of Aggie B come to mind as I sent Letad many photos of “The Hat of the Day” last summer when I was working there. I do like a hat so find this idea strangely appealing and quite entertaining.

And so it’s Wednesday. I’m ready for the weekend but first two more days and an appointment with a dress designer as I’ve decided to start again. 

Yes, it’s true. The sequined, lace, sparkly wedding dress I’d so rashly decided on in February has been worrying me and keeping me awake at night until it became apparent that there was no way I was going to wear it.

The dress dilemma continues so fingers crossed for Friday morning and hopefully, this time, the right dress for me! 

Getting over the hump!

One Pound Down

A pound, a pound, my kingdom for a pound.

Actually the scales have started to behave and I’m a pound down this morning! Shout from the rooftops, ring the church bells and alert the media! 

Well, before getting too carried away, let’s see what happens tomorrow. As I know from experience, it can all go pear shaped… literally!

Wedding Diet Week One

Nothing appears to have happened during Wedding Diet Week One. 

I’ve worn the FoolBand every day. Apparently I’ve walked sixteen kilometers and burned 3826 of the 48,000 calories of my goal. 

The bathroom scales appear to be broken as they stubbornly refuse to change. The display has stayed the same for the past three days. Lies, surely!

It’s exceedingly dull but it seems this might be harder than I previously thought. In the past I just ate less, lived on lentils, went to yoga and maintained my ideal weight. 

Now I’m living on lentils, have given up eating sugar, caffeine, alcohol, gluten, dairy, meat or basically anything except vegetables, lentils and quinoa. I’m walking at least an hour a day and yet, nothing. If this goes on, I’ll have to do a juice fast and then the fun really starts!

Perhaps London has affected my metabolism?

Icing Roses

In a moment of madness I thought I might have a crack at making a wedding cake. 


Wedding cakes are outrageously expensive as is everything else with the word wedding slapped in front of it. Why not just buy a white dress for half the price of a “wedding” dress? Hmm, lesson learned perhaps?

So wedding cake becomes cake. After all, how hard could it be?!

We did some research and found a few photos of cakes we liked. Both Letad and I were liking the idea of piped buttercream roses on a filled sponge cake. There was an elegance and simplicity we liked.

A cake I liked the look of…
Simplicity and elegance


Forgetting that people study for years to become accomplished bakers, I bought a flower nail, piping nozzle and piping bags. I bought some pre-made icing to practice with (which I wouldn’t serve to a dog it tasted so nasty) and off I went. 

I added a subtle lavender colour which I thought was pretty. I filled up the piping bag, watched a two minute video on YouTube and off I went.

Round one… fairly abstract
Round two… looking better
Round Four… don’t mention Round three!

Four attempts later and I was pleasantly surprised. My last attempt looked pretty good even to my untrained eye.

Whether or not I actually make the cake remains to be seen…

Wedding Shoes

While out and about yesterday I spotted a pair of shoes I liked.

Having accomplished the flower girl and bridesmaid dresses yesterday, I headed back to Selfridges to my old faithful shoe brand, Prada. It must be said that when it comes to brand loyalty, I’m committed!

The shoes were there. Not the sparkly, outrageously expensive ones I’d found online but something more subtle, less ballroom and hopefully more me. They cost a lot less than the other pair which, at over twice the price, were never going to happen. One has to draw the line somewhere.

I tried them on, ah yes, these will definitely work and even better, they’re not just for weddings. I’m now wearing them around the flat to break them in. Not that they really need it.

Wedding shoes, done.

Dresses galore

Friday and after a busy week, I headed home to meet my sister and niece who had come to stay for the weekend. We were going dress shopping. 

I had ordered my sister’s dress online in the States and my good friend had posted it on. By pure luck it arrived on Saturday and so at 8am I set off to the main post office in Hampstead to pay the import tax. 

The UK doesn’t miss a trick. If there’s a chance to tax you, then tax you they will. I’m starting to realize why tax payers get disgruntled about people on benefits especially as I lose £1500 a month in tax. Ouch!

Anyway, I’ll get off my soap box, the dress tax was paid and I went home on the bus. 

At first glance all looked good. We liked the colour and with a huge sigh of relief, the dress fitted perfectly and was given the seal of approval by all. 

It had been a difficult decision. I have several very close friends all of whom I would have loved to have had as bridesmaids. As we’re attempting to keep things relatively low key, and I’m not twenty five, somehow six bridesmaids wouldn’t have worked. Diplomatically I asked my sister. 

With one dress sorted we headed into town to look at flower girl dresses. 

Six shops and at least ten dresses later we all agreed we’d found the right dress. A very pretty ivory dress with a little sparkle. It looked lovely on my nine year old niece. 

Shopping is tiring at the best of times and we were all starting to fade. After lunch at Selfridge’s we walked back along Marylebone High Street, past my old stomping ground and hopped on the number 27 bus to head back to Chalk Farm.

Mission accomplished.