Now, I haven’t blogged in an absolute age, so I thought I’d better get my act together, even though today’s outfit is hardly a thrilling one. What you gonna do, though? It’s the summer holidays, the weather is glorious, and I’ve got a long list of errands to run with a five year old in tow, so jeans and a cami, with a blazer for extra coverage will have to do. I am, at least, rather thrilled with my little red bag, one of my only sale buys, and only a tenner from Zara. I am pondering picking up the Bon Soir black one too.
An unlikely evening out last night at The First Born’s school. Michelin stared chef James Sommerin was hosting a charity dinner to raise funds for Ty Hapus, an Alzheimer’s charity based here in Wales. It was bring your own booze, with a menu of cheffy versions of school meal favourites, dished up from behind the serving hatch in the school dining room. Nice idea for a fun night out.
Now, I’m a big fan of a mid-week outing, as it leaves the weekend for family stuff (and I get to be hungover while everyone is at school), but I do sometimes wonder how much is too much on a rainy Tuesday evening. Especially when the dress code is, and I quote “Casual. School uniform optional”. Thankfully no-one went down the uniform route, but there was a real mix, from jeans to party frocks, and everything in between. I wore my new Theory (via TK Maxx) trousers, a Whistles lurexy gold knit, Clarks suede heels and a leopard jacket from H&M, which is a weirdly roomy and unflattering cut, but such gorgeous, graphic print that I occasional wear it anyway.
Good company, nursery food, and no-one got sent to see the headmistress.
The Boy Child turned five! We had a proper kids’ party, with a magician, sausages on sticks and a homemade cake.
Luckily for me, a birthday present of my own arrived this morning, from my darling friend Ellie at The Mumday Times,
a delicious necklace, which I had been eyeing up in Zara. She’s a clever miss, that one.
I had planned to change into a frock, but the necklace persuaded me to stay in my Gap khakis and Whistles sweat, and just spruce things up with a dollop of Bobbi Brown lippy in Jenna.
The First Born turns eight on Thursday, so there will be more balloons, more streamers, more sausages on sticks. Can’t wait!
Hola! A quickie from the Playa Dorada, Lanzarote. My beach holiday clothes live in a storage case under the spare bed, and rarely get added to. A few American Vintage sundresses, some Topshop t-shirt dresses and bunch of silky tops get hauled out every year, along with a beloved pair of orange leather flip flops which are held together with superglue and sand.
I’d love to be one of those women in ritzy kaftans with a dozen different bikinis, but I just don’t have it in me, so I rarely even look at beachy clobber, and keep my spends for the 50 weeks of the year I don’t have sand between my toes.
Never say never, though, since this kimono/wrap caught my eye in H&M the day before we flew out. Part of their Conscious Collection (so, ethically produced, in theory, but arguably Fast Fashion made in India can never really be ethical), it was £19.99, and is fab over a swimsuit or a dress, and could be belted as a mini dress if I had someone else’s legs.
I’ve worn it at some point every day since Sunday, and come the weekend will be cramming it under the bed, ready for our next trip.
A couple of weeks ago I went to a charity lunch, to raise money for, I think, the NSPCC, though to be honest much Champagne was drunk, and the details are a little hazy. Anyway , the theme was Ladies Day at the Races, and we were invited to wear hats, with prizes to be awarded to the most striking/elegant/creative etc.
Never one to pass on a challenge (or the chance to get the glue gun out), I thought I’d make my own. And since Easter was around the corner, an Easter bonnet seemed just the ticket. I bought plastic eggs, fake blooms, and little fabric birds from Tiger, and a clear hair band and a fascinator base from EBay, then chucked them all together the night before.
With my sub-prime Phillip Treacy, I wore a silk blouse from the Marni for H&M collection, some River Island navy slubby trousers and orange suede courts from Clarks. The last time I wore the blouse I felt horribly frumpy in it, and nearly put it on EBay, but I’m glad I didn’t get round to it. My orange patent croc Mulberry got an outing to, so it was a good day for wearing old friends, all told.
The hat won a prize, requiring further Champagne. Sore heads (minus hats) all round the next day.