tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73876960364391357122024-02-19T10:24:29.591+00:00LITTLE MISS LONDONLittle Miss Londonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18091145232616802075noreply@blogger.comBlogger52125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7387696036439135712.post-57822444923083013032011-12-21T18:32:00.001+00:002011-12-21T20:23:55.963+00:00Antibes and MonacoWe spent one day and one night in the South of France last weekend. We flew to Nice early on Saturday morning and got back midday on Sunday. Mum had flown over to see Baby and was basically pushing us out of the door to go and leave her alone with her! The weather in France was beautiful even though cold. It reminded me once again why I love it there so much.<br />
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This is what Antibes looked in the December sunshine. I have to say those sailors were brave... it was seriously cold!<br />
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After Antibes we headed over to Monte Carlo for the rest of the day and night. We stayed in the very old school but very glamorous Hotel De Paris.<br />
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This was the view from our room balcony. I definitely wasn't complaining!<br />
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</div>And this is what I wore... J Brand jeans, Maje wedge boots, Missoni cardi, Gucci belt and a Joseph sheepskin coat, which kept me nice and warm! And I just realised that my flies are undone in this picture, how classy! :-)<br />
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Another thing that occurred to me recently is that I have so much "stuff"... Stuff that I don't need at all and often just throw away. If only I could send all that stuff to somewhere, to somebody, who needs it. I might just ask Plan about it, maybe they will be able to help me to help.<br />
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The most beautiful Erdem silk blouse. Not sure if any good with a big tummy so will probably stay on the Wishlist forever, or until it sells out, which is probably not that long...<br />
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Chloe boots. Can't get enough of Chloe, so chic!<br />
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Gucci bag. I actually NEED one.. I don't have a black bag that you could wear messenger style. Gucci have really upped their stakes, such cool stuff!<br />
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Tonight I had my department's Christmas drinks in a wine bar in the City. I went straight from work for a couple of hours to be sociable and was so happy when I was able to sneak out before 8pm! I'm finding it hard going out now that I'm pregnant and not able to drink. What a shameful thing to admit! I'm finding it especially hard at this early stage when I'm still hiding my pregnancy and therefore having to pretend that I'm in fact drinking... Holding the same warm wine glass for hours on end taking the smallest of sips... or pretending that I'm drinking an exotic cocktail when in fact it's just orange juice and dreading that someone is going to want to taste it! Ordering a soft drink is difficult too as most of the time it's someone from the group asking everyone what they want to drink. Tonight I was able to sneakily speak to a friendly waitress and explain my situation to her and she became my secret alliance carrying me soft drinks that looked like cocktails. She saved me! The problem is that I never say no to a glass of wine and that is why anyone who knows me will immediately know that something is going on if I refuse it...<br />
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I'm already expanding even though I'm only 8 weeks pregnant. My boobs and bottom are growing at record speed. Last night I had to change my outfit at the last minute because I realised I looked ridiculous in a fitted dress. The reason for this fast expansion is obviously not the baby who is about 10mm long at the moment... It is my eating that has got totally out of hand. Let's see what I ate today; I started the morning by having two bowls of the most sugary, fattening, roasted granola. At lunch time I had "sushi", which actually meant a couple of pieces of sushi and a lot of greasy prawn tempura. In the afternoon I had one and a half cupcakes, which someone kindly offered to me and then in the wine bar I stuffed my face with cheese, bread and sausages. If nobody has noticed the changes in my eating habits then I'm very surprised... Everyone normally takes the mickey out of me for eating so healthy and now I've gone totally to the other extreme. The thing is that I feel nauseous most of the time and the eating, at least temporarily, helps! Because of the nausea I just crave something very specific to make me feel better and that something is never anything healthy.Little Miss Londonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18091145232616802075noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7387696036439135712.post-3820704787042314632011-12-12T19:16:00.000+00:002011-12-12T19:16:00.311+00:00Christmas Feeling<div>We took Baby to see Father Christmas at the kids' Ralph Lauren on Bond Street over the weekend. I don't think she understood much about it but at least we got a few nice pics to show her when she's older.</div><div><br />
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</div>Little Miss Londonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18091145232616802075noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7387696036439135712.post-89866176070516585452011-12-10T15:58:00.001+00:002011-12-15T21:53:32.648+00:00Baby IIAs my blog is safely lost in the cyper space (none of my friends or family know it exists and I have no idea how to get it to appear in search engine results) I can share with you, my extremely few readers, that I'm pregnant with our second child. Baby II is expected to arrive in this world in late July. I had my first scan this week and everything is fine but as it's only week 7 anything could happen... I feel sicker than I did with Baby and I'm constantly tired. I'm ashamed to even admit it as I always thought sickness and tiredness was only for women who like to moan... I was wrong! I think from week 12 I will start a picture series of my tummy; first of the way up and then finally, of the way down (taken that it does go down this time...). This explains my constant craving of carbs! I've already put on 4 pounds... Last time I put on 3 stone in total and I swore that I wouldn't repeat that but looks like I'm gonna have to eat those words amongst all those carbs... I can't believe that we're going to have two Babies. I had severe baby blues first time around. I'm hoping that this time around I'll be saved from them by the knowledge that the hardest times only last for a short period of time.Little Miss Londonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18091145232616802075noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7387696036439135712.post-80613990834532153832011-12-10T15:56:00.000+00:002011-12-10T15:56:54.377+00:00Put a Ring On it<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Mr W finally did it... In fact he did it already in Barbados but the ring was way too big for me so only now that it's been altered I'm able to start wearing it. I had totally accepted the fact that we would never marry but live happily ever after the way we are but clearly I don't have to accept that after all. I couldn't be happier! I have to pinch myself!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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I wore a fur jacket from Intermix (can't remember the brand), a Sandro top, J Brand jeans and my good old turquoise Loubutins. The clutch is YSL.Little Miss Londonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18091145232616802075noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7387696036439135712.post-21407616347263531542011-12-07T10:00:00.000+00:002011-12-07T10:00:05.657+00:00My Favourite Holidays - St Barths<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">St Barths is my favourite holiday destination outside Europe. Being French it's super chic and classy. It is very difficult to get to hence it's kept its "exclusivity". The first time I went there was when I was seven months pregnant. That's me with my bump and Mr W at Isle De France.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">E will be getting this DKNY day bag. I got her an evening bag last year so I thought that she could use a bigger one this time in a neutral colour.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijzrpaBeeZJ2WlTu39zXma1MqmGuUGXNgDn39WRUognPQsU4hCbpilDKOsiv9n2JtrjDd663B5erR3OkLNS216vOAuStkfs9khEi8Zg8FcI66PHTtbOIJqDP_Tmsjh-NrXx5ygcBU2tJ3H/s1600/105157_e3_l.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijzrpaBeeZJ2WlTu39zXma1MqmGuUGXNgDn39WRUognPQsU4hCbpilDKOsiv9n2JtrjDd663B5erR3OkLNS216vOAuStkfs9khEi8Zg8FcI66PHTtbOIJqDP_Tmsjh-NrXx5ygcBU2tJ3H/s320/105157_e3_l.jpg" width="213" /></a></div>O will be getting this stunning Jimmy Choo evening bag. For her birthday a few months ago I got her more of a daytime bag in tan colour so for her I now wanted to get a glamorous evening bag.<br />
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I love Hyde Park. Today it was particularly busy because Oxford Street is rammed with Christmas shoppers and because of Winter Wonderland and there was also someone giving a speech (or rather ranting about this that and other) in the Speaker's Corner. I hadn't seen that for a while.<br />
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After Hyde Park we had a good stroll around the West End. I should have done some Christmas Shopping but I could tell that venturing into the crowded shops with my buggy and a Baby who doesn't want to sit in it would have only ended up in tears...<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Now I'm ready for a relaxing evening in. Home smells lovely thanks to the lovely items in the below picture. I might just cook myself some pasta as inspired by <a href="http://www.libertylondongirl.com/2011/12/02/recipe-friday-llg-cooks-fried-gnocchi-with-mozzarella-cherry-tomatoes/">this blog post by Liberty London Girl</a> and watch a few episodes of Breaking Bad. </div><br />
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We're all packed and ready to go. We have an overnight flight, which is a relief as there's no stress about Baby; she will most likely sleep through it. I had such an amazing holiday! A lot of relaxing but also a lot of fun nights out. I ate and drank way too much, which means detoxing at home this week... We saw a lot of interesting people at the hotel; Cliff Richard having the Sunday Buffet, Saudi Princesses with their female bodyguard (I say Saudi Princesses as that sounds so exotic, all I know is that they were young Middle Eastern girls with a very muscular minder), a man from Egypt who works for the Saudi Royal Family looking after their investments... We saw a gorgeous looking South American family with three children and three Nannies and the children and Nannies would have breakfast in a different table to the parents! All very interesting, I love people watching! Anyway, I'm sad to leave but always happy to get back home too. We will definitely be back.Little Miss Londonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18091145232616802075noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7387696036439135712.post-13161049821271997512011-11-27T19:30:00.002+00:002011-12-04T20:47:48.398+00:00Barbados: More Evening Outfits<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div> I wore this to Thanksgiving dinner here in Sandy Lane. They had an absolutely amazing buffet! R and S joined us with their children and we had a lovely meal. I wore a Daslu top (a superb store in Sao Paulo), Mulberry bag, Rag&Bone jodhpurs (from Intermix in New York) and Michael Kors sandals.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">On Friday night we went to drinks at the Coral Reef Club. Old school but lovely. I wore an Etro dress that I bought in a boutique in France. Belt is Miu Miu from Net-A-Porter, cuff from Hermes and shoes are the Nicholas Kirkwood ones. S wore a lovely Jasmine Di Milo dress.</div><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;">Today we had lunch at the Sandy Lane country club, which is situated on their golf course. What a stunning place with an incredible view! I can't believe we hadn't gone there before! They have a nice, light menu and it's such a beautiful place you could sit there all day sipping wine.</div></div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">It was a hammerhead shark and quite a nice size at that. I'm so bad at estimating measurements but it was definitely man size (read: man eating size...). The locals kept saying to us that it was extremely rare to see sharks in Barbados and they joked that we shouldn't be telling anyone at our hotel that we saw one. Well, we didn't tell anyone but I have to say it has put me off swimming...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">As much as I find them scarily fascinating though and it is my worst fear to ever come across even a tiniest one when swimming, I did and do feel very very sad for the shark. This big animal laying there all bloody. It had just been happily living in the ocean and all of a sudden something pierces through its head and kills it. Feels unfair.</div>Little Miss Londonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18091145232616802075noreply@blogger.com0