Whenever the kids, my nieces and nephews that is, fell and hurt themselves I would solve the problem with a salve - that I called 'magic cream'. This would range from Vaseline to Sudocrem to Elizabeth Arden's Visible Difference 8-hour cream that even supermodels agree is magic, although to us mere mortals, it appears to… Continue reading Divinity in a jar
I went to see Paddington 2, without having seen Paddington 1. I managed to follow the story even though I had missed the first installment. I took my eight year old nephew with me. These are the moments of adulthood to be treasured - when you can revert right back to childhood without judgement. We… Continue reading Influential Bears
On the wettest night of the year I braved the city centre traffic, parking stress and general festive trauma to have my make-up done by Deborah Leonard, MUA extraordinaire, who not only gave me movie star eyes but made me look ten years younger at the same time! This lovely event was held in Studio… Continue reading Note-worthy
Either you have a 'hat-face' or you don't. I don't. This means all hats instantly make my face look fat. So, I tend to stay away from them. They are easy to lose too, like gloves and umbrellas. But they do have a superpower that also applies to shoes - they are resistant to weight… Continue reading The bobble hat from Budapest
I don't like any christmas food, except for turkey which is too insipid to dislike. I have a particular aversion to christmas cake and plum pudding but these German christmas cookies are worthy of a trip to Germany. However, I have an easier solution for obtaining them. Recipe: Take whatever means of transport necessary to… Continue reading Lebkuchen time!
I always think of the late, great, President JFK in November. It is the month when we remember the dead after all, but his anniversary on the 22nd always attracts media attention from which there is little escape. Growing up, my mother often recounted the story of the day she went into Dublin city centre… Continue reading ‘Ich bin ein Berliner’ er hat gesagt
I started hyperventilating on arrival. My favourite colour is blue, not just the odd top or pair of shoes, no, this is a lifestyle. I had already been dragged out of Les Jardins Majorelle in Marrakesh, Yves Saint Laurent’s elegant hideaway, for fear I would set up camp amongst the blue flowerpots and never leave… Continue reading The Moroccan Sapphire