It’s been a manic past week; I’m bang in the middle of a huge external work project so I didn’t get up to much outside of the apartment. I was sent this frankly BRILLIANT sweatshirt by Popseecul, which I think I need to wear around my family.
I realised around 2115hrs on Friday night that with Saturday brunch guests expected, I really needed to buy a new kitchen wheeled storage unit, as I didn’t have anywhere to keep a slightly over enthusiastic vegetable shop. (My vintage china and glass collection has filled the cupboards.) IKEA shuts at 2200hrs; I arrived at 2145…I titled this selfie: Full IKEA late night body shock
For brunch I developed a Summer Pudding I actually liked, although the method needs more work. Chloe, Rachel and lil’sis helped me snarfle it all down
I only had three meetings last week, thanks to my resolution to have a no-meeting August. I started with breakfast at Cecconi’s on Monday. I could practically see the tumbleweeds rolling through the restaurant: All the fashion people and hedge fund dudes were clearly taking August off.
On Tuesday I went to Somerset House. I hadn’t realised that during the heatwave people were taking their little children in swimsuits to run through the courtyard fountains. I was very envious.
Tamara Salman, who I met at a party at The Grain Store a few months back, sent me the first handbag from her beautiful new collection, launching for AW13, which came with me to a meeting at the British Fashion Council.
On Thursday I nipped into town to have lunch with Helen and Jane at new restaurant Whyte & Brown, a great space in Kingly Court off Carnaby Street. (Charming staff, okay-ish food, properly terrible chips (I think they are using a potato with too high a sugar content). And slightly curious as to why in a restaurant dedicated to chicken and eggs, there aren’t more items on the menu like omelettes, souffles or scrambled eggs.)
Speaking of which, I finally managed to crack poaching eggs
in time for a breakfast at my apartment. (My eggs may not be beautiful, but at least the white is attached to the yolk…)
There were beautiful thank you flowers, sent from McQ (the florists, not the label).
And at week’s end Posetta Baddog came for her regular weekend stay. Of course Madam only likes to sleep on the best: in this case my favourite Citizens of Humanity jeans.The chance of her sleeping on her actual bed as opposed to my clothes/cashmere/bed etc are minimal.