Tag Archives: i am not a celebrity
I’m writing this as I speed towards Gatwick airport. It’s 12.45pm. One of my New Year’s resolutions was to always be on time. Today I’m going to fail again. It’s been an epic few days – I was in Edinburgh … Continue reading
During my trip to Casablanca last month, I was introduced to Moroccan Touch. First at their store followed by a visit to the factory. It’s an all domestic enterprise, designed and made by Moroccans. The pieces, however, are a gentle fusion … Continue reading
Do you mind if we talk about assumptions for a minute? We’re all guilty of looking at a person and making snap decisions – stereotypical or not. Usually, I try to be self aware enough to know what people might … Continue reading
What did the boy octopus say to the girl octopus? I wanna hold you hand, hand, hand, hand, hand, hand, hand, hand.
As you may know, I’m a huge fan of Eileen Fisher. There is not a piece in their collection I wouldn’t want to own, so I can’t tell you how chuffed I was when they asked me to host an … Continue reading
There are three things you could assume from a casual scroll through my Instagram feed for April: I live in Morocco; I’m a crazy cat lady; and I eat all day every day, non-stop, 24/7. Yes, last month was epic, but … Continue reading
To be honest, I’m not sure where the week ends and the weekends start at the moment. New projects are exciting but all encompassing. I’d love it if you’d take a look at a small part of what’s been keeping … Continue reading
‘The superiority of chocolate, both for health and nourishment, will soon give it the same preference over tea and coffee in America which it has in Spain,’ Thomas Jefferson.
I’ve been cheating on you and I’m sorry. It’s not that I don’t love you anymore – it’s just that I’ve had my head turned by the new and sparkly (AKA my new site Fashion Forecast: London). As you well … Continue reading
‘One cannot think well, love well, sleep well, if one has not dined well,’ Virginia Woolf, A Room of One’s Own.