Last week I had the pleasure of attending London Fashion Weekend, a glorious 5-day testament to all things sartorial, held twice yearly in Somerset House.
While not a fashionista myself (What? I’m not?), in the time I’ve lived in London I’ve seen more models parading around Chelsea and Mayfair than you could shake a stick at. Having watched them prance about, looking both bored and beautiful at the same time, I wanted to see what all the fuss was about. I wanted to attend a catwalk show.
This year, I got lucky. Tickets in hand, my friend Cheryl and I braved the Thursday rain, and attended our first professional catwalk show. We did it because we’re fascinated by beauty but also because we had a burning desire to discover what designers are dictating we wear in the coming year.
Yeah, right. Continue reading
Okay, today I was going to write to you about my trip to Denmark. With daughter and grandson. But then this happened on Twitter.
And I couldn’t stop thinking about it, so Denmark will have to wait for another day. Continue reading
Today I’d planned to tell you all about my trip to Denmark.
About how the family fell in love with my grandson, and how he fell in love with them. About the food. The cold. The beauty of that nordic country.
I think I’ll save all that for next week though, because something really odd happened when I got home on Wednesday. Continue reading
Since moving to London in 2012, I’ve discovered the joy of tea.
Not the drink, per se, but the setting aside of a few hours in an afternoon to linger over tiny, perfectly made sandwiches, scones, and pastries, along with a good cup of tea. As an added touch of decadence, a glass of champagne goes down well.
Of course, I’m talking about Afternoon Tea.
In our quest to see as much of England as possible before departing its grassy shores, we went to Dover yesterday, to walk the White Cliffs.
Thanks to dedicated readers adding to our Send Wendy Walking page, the cliffs have been on my mind since December.
As always, I’m glad we made the effort.