Archive for October, 2011

I’m always a bit tired and emotional on New Year’s Day. And who wouldn’t be? All the fun is over, your bank account is completely wiped out and it’s only a day or two before you have to go back to work.

No wonder I bawled my eyes out last year while watching WALL-E. 

And it didn’t help that WALL-E and EVE sound like the real names of the soon to be Mr & Mrs ThreeSmallApples.


Yep… Mr ThreeSmallApples.

emerald, diamond, vintage jewellery, 30s, antique


Ps: Nails – Wicked by Essie.

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Meh.  Just had a rather disappointing chicken gyoza noodle soup from Wasabi.  Too much liquid, not enough veg and a huge chunk of raw onion (which was the first thing I put in my mouth, obviously!).  Also, there is no polite way to eat noodle soup in an office, although I did try, which resulted in a slightly soupy work space.

A recent lunch at The Ritz with Jacq was much more successful, despite not really knowing which piece of cutlery to use, and getting told off for taking pictures.

I did manage to take a little sneaky one though:

My starter consisted of a scallop (yep, ONE. True it did say “Scallop” as opposed to “Scallops” on the menu … but I thought they were using the same kind of language that’s so popular in fashion circles… referring to “a boot” instead of “boots” and so on…) with a smoked haddock foam (mmm foam(!)…the foam was actually very tasty), pancetta and some kind of long cracker thing. It was TINY, but incredible.

A minuscule portion of squab pigeon followed, and the meal was finished off by a midget cheese board.

But believe it or not, I was so full that I didn’t eat for the rest of the day.  You don’t snack after a meal at The Ritz (you probably couldn’t afford to even if you wanted to).

One last sneaky photo… pretty!

Ps. Thanks to Mummyapples… t’was a lovely Christmas present.

Pps. Itsu gyoza soup is much better than Wasabi

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Like most girls, I don’t actually need a new pair of shoes… but that hasn’t stopped me having a little crush on these:

Topshop Klaxon £58

These are the kind of shoes that I always buy thinking that they’ll be ‘day shoes’.  Because they’re flat, they’ll be instantly wearable to even the most conservative and sombre places, right? Like maybe even to work? Or perhaps not.

Still, they’d be good for the pub, perhaps with a floral mini, black tights and my new favourite oversized black jumper… ? But I’d have to spend the night with my feet on a chair. Not because they’d hurt (being flats and all… although I do have a bit of a bad habit of buying shoes slightly too small… damn shoe companies for failing to do half sizes…!) but because they’re a bit too pretty to spend the night under a table.

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I think I need this for the little drinky party I’m having next Friday…

Topshop £45

Dressed down with denim shorts, black tights and platform ankle boots?

But it might detract from my other new sparkly accessory (to be unveiled properly soon) and I can’t be having that…

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Seasonal Psychosis was the name of an amazing bright blue and sparkly nail varnish by Hard Candy. I used to LOVE Hard Candy, despite the fact that it peeled off in layers as soon as it was dry.  I think it was the jelly ring that made up for it.

Anyway… As much as I hate being cold, hate the rain for ruining my hair, and am just generally a bit of a SAD-suffering git in winter, I love living in a country where the seasons really change.

No months of sunshine here (if only! Although think how tanned I’d be…) nor could I cope with the months of 24 hour Polar Night.  Instead I’m lucky enough to get a lil’ bit of everything weather-wise  and I can’t be the only one who loves to watch the changes? Right?

Cherry blossoms in the springtime hint at the warm summer to come (if we’re lucky) and convinces me to dig out the florals (well I would dig them out, if I hadn’t continued to wear them all through winter, with a cardigan and some Uniqlo HeatTech) and ditch the tights. Switching to white wine after months of red is also a bit of a treat.

Cherry blossoms are an absolute favourite.

Chocolate tastes better when it’s egg shaped.

Summer means picnics, it means beer gardens and it means BBQs.  It also means that any DIY projects that I’m trying to complete might drag on for months and months. And months.

Primrose Hill, Celeb Spotting, Wine, park, London

Lazy days on Primrose Hill…

Kubb, Swedish, Clissold Park

Kubb. One of those games that sound a bit weird (those trendy Swedes inventing things again…!!) but is really fun once you start playing.

Kubb, Swedish, Clissold Park

The King. Of Kubb.

Pittencrief Park, Dunfermline, Fife

Mum hasn’t really mastered the art of a lazy summer walk…(!) Look at her go!

Autumn is full of golden leaves, fireworks displays and cosy knits which are a nice change after 3 months of trying to find an outfit that works with both sunny skies and my ridiculously air-conditioned office.  Slightly less of a treat are the spiders that decide that to pop in for a bit of warmth, only to be faced with screaming and sudden death by squashing.

golden leaves, seasons, Trinity College, autumninal

Yay for crunchy leaves.

Fruit pies, The Queen of Tarts, Dublin, fruit tart, autumn fruits, baking

Bored of summery food?

And lastly, there’s winter. The start of winter contains enough excitement to help me get over the fact that’s it’s not only totally freezing but it’s also dark when I wake and dark again when I leave work.  The prospect of mulled wine, Christmas trees, pigs&blankets (one of the reasons that I’d fail as a vegetarian) and presents make up for the fact that shops continue to have that Slade song on repeat for 8 weeks.  Can someone please come up with a new song? Not East 17.

Holly, berries, Xmas, Christmas, traditional Xmas leavesHopefully I’ve manned up enough not to get another infection from any finger plant pricking!

Snow, sledge, Santa hat

Does being in Santa’s sleigh mean I must be a present? Or just lazy?

Ps.  The months of January to the middle of March have obviously been left out of this because they are horrid, depressing and vile and the only thing that has ever managed to make it better was Jurassic Park on the big screen… and I can’t do that every year. Can I?

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God I miss Borders.

Borders, starbucks, magazines, cafe

Where else could you go and have a hazelnut latte and spend 3 hours reading all of the international and biannual fashion magazines that you couldn’t afford to buy?  £10 for a glossy magazine? No thanks… but I might just read it while eating an apple and cinnamon muffin and I promise I’ll be careful not to get crumbs on the pages.

But those days are long gone (probably because of people like me who very rarely bought a book from there…whoops! Come back…I’m sorry!!).

Is there anywhere else in London where I can go and brush up on the newest sartorial knowledge (and perhaps eat cake) without being given the hairy eyeball?

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Despite agreeing and then trying to back out of my choice of wallpaper, Olly relented and I am the proud owner of a Cole & Son Flamingo wallpapered wall.

And I’m pleased to see that I’m not the only one that thinks it’s a wall worth having:

Look what I spotted, posted just today on one of my favourite ‘procrastinate at work’ blogs Domestic Sluttery.

Feeeeeeelin’ smug.

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