LOVE . THIS . MASHUP...

Thursday, 30 April 2009
People are so clever.

A REALLY LONG POST ABOUT LUGGAGE AND NOT EVEN ANY PHOTOS...

{*But click the links and I'll try to add some photos later...}Believe it or not, there are a few things I dislike shopping for. Most electrical goods for one; really anything where function exists without any thought to form. If I have to buy stuff, the criteria is always style and substance. There must be both or I get very grumpy at having to shell out the cash. I've only ever had crappy

HOW TO MAKE BEAUTY LAST...

Tuesday, 28 April 2009
The answer is that without the beauty in the picture there would be no Lola Is Beauty. Without Celia Hammond there would be no Lola - well there might be a Lola but she would have a different name and would probably not be allowed to sunbathe on her owner's sofa. She might even be dead. For it was, one not very warm August day seven years ago that I entered the Celia Hammond Animal Trust with a

DELAY...

Monday, 27 April 2009
Brayne note warkeing toaday. Tomorrow better promise.In the meantime, can anyone guess in what very important way the girl in the photo is connected with this blog? {photo Terence Donovan}

MAD ET LEN...

Saturday, 25 April 2009
There just aren't enough pictures of Mad et Len's gorgeous bath products online so I decided to rectify that with a hasty poladroid or two. At a local shop I fell in love with their packaging and then succumbed to a swooning fit over the Gardenia candle. But it was so expensive - like £27 for a small candle or £47 for a bath oil. The next time I went back the whole display had been removed and I

DIAL L FOR LOVE...

Friday, 24 April 2009
How did we ever live before you could wake up in the morning with a song stuck in your head and immediately watch the video on youtube? I really don't remember. This morning my song was Word Up by Cameo. (That's quite a codpiece first thing in the a.m.)I took my new shoes for a spin this morning and so far, so comfy. I'm always schlepping about on foot and after years of pounding the streets in