So, it has to be said, I’m not sure what all the panic is about seeing as I have nine-whole-months to plan my wedding. A baby could be born in that amount of time (not that we’re planning that anytime soon)
I mean, the key things are done - venue, photographer, rings - and more importantly, the groom! However I woke up this morning at the crack of dawn (around 8.30am, which is pretty early for me at the weekend), and couldn’t stop thinking about wedding plans. By 9am I was sitting at my laptop searching for florists, bands and delighting at the many styles, colours and shapes of wedding cake available to me.
Within an hour I had booked a beautiful hotel for myself and my bridesmaids to stay in the night before the wedding (complete with pool, spa, spacious rooms and stunning views), contacted a prospective music supplier, narrowed the search for footwear down to two choices, contacted the local florist and enquired about a cake! Phew! I also have a bridal appointment next week at my chosen dress boutique - the second viewing of a dress I coveted from the moment it encased my hips and turned me into a 1950’s hollywood starlet.
It’s all suddenly happening in the ‘wedding zone’, so I must get off and write up all my latest plans in the wedding planner…
So the story is, I’ve been engaged over two years and done very little actual wedding planning.
As a surprise gift, my wonderful, thoughtful, romantic fiance picked out a Smythson wedding planner, personalised with my ‘transitional’ initials: RHJ- Rebecca Holland-Johnstone. It is hot pink, the perfect colour for me, and its specially ‘Smythson’ super-fine milled paper pages, real leather cover and silvered edges, reassure me it is the platinum of the wedding planner hierarchy. Not only that, it likely cost a pound per page, so I now feel terrified of actually using it, and just want to adore it from afar, as it peeps out from its beautiful periwinkle box and matching fluffy sleeve. Bless, it may even graduate to family pet status.
It is sub-zeroon the scale of cool, reigning high above the funky ‘Vegas’ theme device I purchased on a whim one lunchtime in Paperchase. Having brimmed with pride and delight while staring at it on our double whammy Billy’s, as if it was my first-born child, I have now decided to do the day-to-day planning using ‘Vegas’, and once a plan is final and firm in our minds, and the motherships consulted, I will feel able to write out it out in the planner, in a neat, smudge-free scrawl.
Phew, glad I’ve planned out using the planner. That’s quite enough for one month!
Wow! Love this little purse I bought at a recent Glasgow Craft Mafia event in Mono, Glasgow (the mafia clubhouse no less!).
So Markie, the chick behind these modern masterpieces of up-cycled genius, crafts under the name of ‘Librarian Barbarian’ and sells on american craft site Etsy. Check her out, and I can’t wait until she has a collection of half-vinyl purse/bags out (seen a prototype, and it was so cool!!)
Also, the little leather keyring is by Dazed Dorothy - ‘join the quest for fabulousness’ here! I fell in love with the cute pink telephone button:)
With dharling Rupert whisking me off to Paris for my birthday next week, I’ve secretly booked this sexy cabaret show as a special treat - how naughty of me! I might have to whip up a new garter for myself to wear on the evening, and I’ll be sure to wear hot heels to go with it. Le Crazy Horse here we come!
The girls are so sexy, and the outfits (what there are of them) are stunning. I’ll be taking notes and absorbing inspiration into every pore like a glamorous journo with front row seats at Gareth Pugh, the hottest show at London Fashion Week this Feb.
With our ‘diamond’ reservation (diamonds are a girls best friend, non?), we will be in licking distance of the “scantily clad dance troupe…the tribute to Alain Bernardin’s legendary striptease…the stunning and seemingly endless legs…and the voluptuousness of the burlesque finale”, as we sip champagne.
A down-to-the-suspenders review will be posted here upon my return, but at the moment I think lubricious just about covers it; silky, lustful, slippery…
Au revoir x
As a special Valentine’s treat today to moi, I purchased a divine new lippie from Mac.
It’s called ‘lustering‘ from the ‘lustre’ range and it’s a super hot pink for hot Spring lips. I was tempted by a sumptuous, silky ‘nude’ lipstick as a second little treat, but then I thought, why buy a lipstick that will look like I’m not wearing any? Couldn’t I achieve the same fresh-faced look with one of the 42 lip glosses in my beauty box? I decided yes, and spent the extra cash on an iced coffee and a pain au chocolat!
I love the funky names of lipsticks, eye shadows, glitter liners et al. I really wanted ‘Lady Danger’ lipstick but the colour really wasn’t me. I remember reading once that Erin O’Connor wore that shade, but hey, she’s a model so she can carry it off. My friend Natalie bought an eye shade in ‘smut‘ which we had a giggle over, until we got lost trying to find Neal’s Yard in Covent Garden.
They do amazing free tea in there and I felt compelled to write in their feedback book to thank them for their detoxing dose of red and pink rose petal in cosylittle mugs. How divine. A girl really does need a break from the tiresome hunt for the perfect moisturising oil or lippie, but the rewards are beautiful skin and striking lips. It’s worth it. I’m worth it. You’re worth it.
Long live make up!
Ok, so I’m pretty in with the Cotton Candy Corsage crowd, which is why I’m often talking about how amazing, fantastical and wondrous the accessories are - caught. But I’d like to say that the latest collection of over-sized, super-wow necklaces are right on track with a recent trend feature in the February issue of Vogue.
The theme: cars, vintage travel, transport
The fabrics: Liberty-prints mixed in with some delightful, child-like cottons
The designs:
Buy this exclusive ten-piece collection at The Lighthouse, Scotland’s Centre for Architecture & Design.
I can’t wait for a trip on the Orient Express now…
Oh February is my adored favourite month of the year! There’s Valentine’s for a start, which is all about chocolate and presents for moi.
If I happen to have a lover at the time, then I may let them take me out for a romantic and expensive meal of my choice, otherwise to a show at the theatre. One of my most romantic fantasies is from Pretty Womanwhen Richard Gere whisks Julia Roberts off on their own private plane to the opera, red carpet and all, viewing box, cocktail dress from Rodeo Drive, hired diamonds glinting away from every bare millimetre of skin… that would be a Valentine’s treat to remember!
If you don’t happen to have a spare lover to hand by St Valentine’s, then I suggest treating yourself to this hidden jewel of a heart-shaped cushion in magenta satin and applique, or these handmade mohair socks from Chantilly Lace Boutique - divine dharling!
I think I’ll start dropping hints to Rupert now about red carpets and diamonds, although secretly I’d be happy with a dozen red roses and his speciality seafood paella followed by a cocktail or two…he’s a devil in the kitchen you know…but don’t tell him!
I have to say, these ‘Little Brown Bags’ are absolutely hideous sweeties. They are neither unique or attractive, let’s look at the facts:
- They come in shiny plastic
with a ‘barf-bag‘ option
- They are varying shades of pooh-brown
- They are too small to effectively do anything with
- Definitely too small to carry your lunch in
- Going the same way as the Burberry check (suffering from over-saturation amongst the wrong clientele)
Redeeming features:
- Waterproof in case of storms, hurricanes and torrential downpours
- Handy size for scooping up dog poop (and the same colour)
- Environmentally friendly in the brown paper version
- Great gift for someone you hate
- Various sizes - you might want to get ‘Medium Brown Bag’ to use as a dustbin
That’s all there is to say. I know I would much rather have an actual black bin bag to carry my lunch in, ‘Big Black Bag’? Or better still, one of these babies which are really rocking my world at the moment - armed and dangerous and super-cool from Guardian Angel.
Hello my lovelies!
I must just tell you how excited I am about Sex and the City: The Movie coming out later this year. I popped out for lunch with Carrie and the girls just before Christmas for a spot of festive shopping New York style, and it was absolutely dharling. Samantha is such a saucy minx, and if it wasn’t for my Rupert tucked up chez moi, I would certainly share a cocktail or two with Smith Jared…
A rummage through Carrie’s wardrobe would be worth a gazillion manicures, and those accessories! I noticed in the trailer she is wearing a stunning, over-sized floral design corsage. I would adore one of those, who wouldn’t? It’s definitely THE year of the corsage, so ladies, get in the queue behind moi.
ciao x
