Midweek Treat: Butterfly Slipper Shoes

20120315-213029.jpgAs anyone who knows me will tell you, I love anything decorated with butterflies. They’re so delicate, simple, and even romantic. In fact, silver butterflies were a key theme of our hand-made wedding stationery and used as finishing touches to my red rose and white orchid bouquet almost five years ago. So when I saw these shoes on the fantastic Coco’s Tea Party from ASOS I knew I had to buy them, and at £16 delivered, they also made the perfect midweek treat.

Although I loved the whole outfit on Coco’s Tea Party, I decided to style them with a black and white reverse Breton t-shirt, black skinny jeans, skinny NW3 belt with fox detail and my long pearl rope. They’ll also look great with a full 50s-style printed skirt and simple crisp shirt.

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In addition to the recommended Holly Fulton sweater (which I loved so much I have since also bought, for weekend vegging), I’ve also unearthed a very old black and white Missoni t-shirt which I think would work equally well in warmer weather, with 7/8th pastel jeans, vintage neon pink Tatty Devine vinyl record earrings for a pop of colour and giant shades. The perfect way to update old favourites and give them a current season spin!

What do you think of this seasons trend for slipper shoes? How else would you suggest to style them – I’d love to hear your ideas!

Recipe of the month: Nigella’s Chocolate Raspberry Pavlova

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There’s nothing I love more than pottering about in the kitchen, making a sweet, delicious treat whilst listening to the radio and indulging in a bit of culinary wanderlust. Any excuse will do, especially if it involves chocolate. So this year, in honour of a close friend who moved out there last summer, I decided to celebrate January’s Australia day by making my first ever pavlova.

Apparently there’s a bit of a dispute as to whether pavlova is an Australian or Kiwi invention (indeed, after I tweeted Nigella a pic on Australia day, she subsequently tweeted this recipe for New Zealand’s Waitangi a week or so later… great minds think alike!) Whatever its origins, it really is the food of the gods – crispy and chewy meringue, voluptuous mounds of soft cream and topped with piles of sweet summery fruit. Simple enough to knock up on a weekday evening using a few store-cupboard ingredients, but sufficiently stunning to proudly present at a dinner party.

Whilst I buy lots of recipe books, often in fits of the aforementioned culinary wanderlust – either to recapture happy holiday memories, or to get a taste of a destination on my list for a future date – I have to confess, I’m a bit of a Nigella-aholic. I may have more than 50 cook books covering food from all over the world – from Julia Child to Jamie – but I almost always return to my trusty (and completely battered) Nigella books, in particular Feast. I love her writing style, her flavours, her unashamed joie de vie and passion for cooking and, above all, for real food.

So, having looked at all of her books and the ingredients in my cupboard, I decided to make the Chocolate Raspberry Pavlova from Forever Summer. It seemed most appropriate given it was summer in Australia, its appearance and smell instantly conjuring up blissful images of endless blue skies, fluffy white clouds and sandy beaches. You can find the recipe on Nigella’s website here.

It was, in short, an absolute triumph. In fact, since then, I have become a little bit obsessed with it, making it at least twice a week ever since (which is why it’s my recipe of the month, even though Australia Day was at the end of January!) The perfect indulgence for March, especially when it’s still grey and gloomy outside, to remind you that warmer days really are on their way….

Do you indulge in culinary wanderlust? What recipes do you find yourself making over and over again?

Mary Katrantzou for Topshop

I have to admit, I’m a sucker for a good designer / high street collaboration, from Stella McCartney to Viktor & Rolf, Celia Birtwell to Roksanda Ilincic. So the launch of the Mary Katrantzou for Topshop range was always going to test both my will-power and, inevitably, my credit card limit.

Ever since Lagerfeld back in 2004, some of the world’s most innovative and cutting edge designers have been queuing up to produce affordable collections in collaboration with the high street’s biggest names, in particular Topshop. Whilst some have been more successful that others at translating their trademark designs from haute couture to high street cut-price without diluting or compromising their vision, it’s clear that this lucrative selling channel is here to stay. And why not, it’s a win-win situation. Indeed, as Mary herself said in advance of the launch of her Topshop collection, the designers get to regain control of their most successful designs, often from the very companies that have been ‘paying homage’ to their trademarks and profiting as a result, get precious exposure beyond the high-end glossies, all wrapped up in a guaranteed healthy profit to plough back into developing and sustaining their mainline and often also couture collections; their fans, on the other hand, get to own a bona fide piece of that designer’s vision that they could not otherwise, in their wildest dreams, afford.

Whilst they are seemingly becoming more common with each passing each year – with Marni for H&M still to come next month – it’s increasingly clear that in this climate, the British public aren’t fooled by a name or endless reams of copy in magazines alone: compare the hysteria for Stella or Versace’s H&M collection to the leftovers from Madonna’s equivalent. Although the prices are a steal compared to their main lines, often collaborations are charged at a premium vis-à-vis that shop’s normal price. So for me to buy, it has to be truly special.

Well, Mary Katrantzou’s collection was definitely that. With her trademark bold and beautiful clashing magic-eye floral prints, it was clearly a full-throttle collection and I was very glad I’d set my phone alarm for launch day as even online it seemed to be pandemonium. Items were in stock, then as soon as you reach the check out they disappeared, then reappeared, only to vanish yet again. Though I didn’t manage to get the beautiful blouse, I did manage to get quite a few pieces I’d had my eye on: the strapless dress, the tunic and the scarf.

Of these, on paper I actually preferred the silk tunic print, with its beautiful pale purple flowers and insects. But in real life the style didn’t suit my shape and so I think it may have to be sent back, although I am loathe to do so. But I am definitely keeping the strapless dress. It fits beautifully, and the design is exquisite. Even better, with the press and celebrities falling for the limited edition lampshade dress, that this (cheaper) dress has largely been ignored which makes me very happy indeed; I’d be very annoyed if I’d spent £350 on a dress that was then everywhere. As it is, this dress will be perfect for both a summer wedding and holiday, dressed up with a sharp blazer or down with a faded denim jacket.

What do you think if designer / high street collaborations? Are they an affordable designer gateway or an overpriced vanity project? I’d love to hear your thoughts!

Midweek treat: Leisurely lunch and macarons in London

20120217-234406.jpgIn the midst of a stressful week there’s nothing better – or more indulgent – than taking time out to do something wholly pleasurable. It doesn’t have to be expensive or even time-consuming (after all, the last thing you want is create more stress!) In honour of this, I’ve decided to launch a new regular feature here on Life, Loves & Macarons: the Midweek Treat. Basically, this feature will involve me sharing something lovely that has brightened my week – be it from the world of fashion, beauty, gastronomy, literature or an experience – ideally for £20 or under.

This week, my Midweek Treat was a long lunch and catch up with the wonderful Liverpool_Fi on Wednesday, followed by a quick trip to Piccadilly for Ladurée and Green Park.

One of my oldest friends from school, we’ve known each other more than 16 years and have survived exams, uni, boyfriends, moving and living in different cities, and more besides. I’ve written before about the importance of true friends – that is to say ones that you might not speak to every day, or even every week, but that you know will always be there for you no matter what, and vice versa. In my view, I’d much rather have a handful of close, true friends that I cherish and which I am lucky to have in my life, than loads of ‘Facebook friends’ or rather, acquaintances with which I once happened to share circumstances. With her passing through London and me living in St Albans, and bringing a pram and baby, it made sense to meet at Pret in Euston station. For two and a half hours we chatted about everything, talking at 100 miles an hour, the time flying by. I’d been looking forward to it for ages and it was so nice to relax and catch up, especially as sometimes maternity leave can be quite lonely.

20120218-001646.jpgAfter seeing her on the train at 2pm and in such a good mood, I decided to make the most of my daytrip to London and head to Piccadilly and its quadruple delights of Ladurée, Green Park, window shopping on Bond Street and – most importantly – pram friendly tube station. In particular, I really wanted to try the limited edition Valentine’s Day pink grapefruit macaron and it did not disappoint: beautiful pink shell with an orange coloured filling, sweet yet tangy and full of flavour. Indeed, it was so good that my normal favourite of Rose seemed dull by comparison. After a leisurely stroll down Burlington Arcade (is there a more calming place in London?) and a quick peek at the lovely Lulu Guinness store and its gorgeous wall of lips, it was time to head home: rested, rejuvenated and all for the cost of a train fare, coffee & sandwich and box of macarons. Bargain.

The Importance of Being Idle

20120209-232834.jpgI have a confession: I’ve been a bad blogger. Why? Well, I’ve been on holiday with friends and the (ancient) laptop I took remained unopened for the whole week because – frankly – we were all having too much fun relaxing.

Since having a baby, weekend wind-down activities which we’d previously taken for granted – a long brunch over the Sunday papers followed by a London walk, eating calamari whilst browsing on Columbia Road, a lazy afternoon film or a glass of wine in the sunshine – are practically non-existent. Obviously, the more baby-focused activities which have replaced these are wonderful and equally fun, if perhaps not quite as stress-free! So a New Year’s holiday of few days away in Sherwood Forest with some of our oldest friends was just what we needed. Yes we had our baby and their toddler, but it was so nice to spend quality time with them, and as a family, going for walks and swims with nothing else to worry about, enjoying nice lunches out and chilling out in the evenings, catching up over dinner, wine and board games. Living at opposite ends of the country means we don’t see as much of them as we’d like, but it’s the wonderful kind of friendship that, as soon as we see each other, we pick up exactly where we left off.

At the other end of the extreme, we also all tried an ‘Aerial Challenge’ involving rope bridges and log steps 30 feet up in a forest and over a (frozen) river – all finished with a zip wire drop to finish! It was so much fun and it reminded me that sometimes it’s important to take a risk and do something outside your comfort zone, that so utterly demands your focus that any stress is – temporarily, at least – forgotten.

All in all, fresh air, good food & drink and great company all add up to a wonderful trip away! In fact, we all had such a wonderful time we’ve already decided to book for next year…

Every Girl Deserves Pearls

Or, in the immortal words of Lulu Guinness: Put on your pearls, girls!

I’ve recently become obsessed with finding the perfect pearl necklace; ideally a long rope à la Coco Chanel. At 28 I felt it was time to invest in some proper ‘grown-up’ jewellery as, apart from my silver Gucci watch (a 21st birthday present from my parents) and my gorgeous Tiffany & Co. engagement and wedding rings from the Doctor Husband, I don’t really have any.

A pearl necklace is perhaps one of the most versitile and iconic pieces of jewellery of the 20th Century: from long ropes worn by feisty flappers of the 20s to the choker-wearing prim Betty Draper-esque housewives of the 50s; juxtaposed with messy hair, thick black make-up and white lace by Madonna in the 80s and layered up by Carrie Bradshaw in 90s Sex and the City. The perfect chameleon, they can go from edgy to elegant with the flick of eyeliner and change of lipstick, working with anything from a simple T shirt and skinny jeans to a ball gown and everything in between. Indeed two women whose legends and images are forever inextricably bound up with pearls could not epitomise this better: Audrey Hepburn as Holly Golightly in Breakfast at Tiffany’s wearing a glamourous Givenchy LBD; and Gabrielle “Coco” Chanel who was famous for mixing fake and real, often pairing them with a simple blouse or sweater.

Indeed, from the lady herself to Karl Lagerfeld’s designs today, pearls are perhaps one of the most famous and enduring symbols of Chanel, used in everything from brooches to bags. As Coco remarked, “a woman should wear ropes and ropes of pearls”. Keen to learn more, I recently bought Justine Picarde‘s wonderful new biography, Coco Chanel: The Legend and The Life, which provides a fascinating insight into the woman herself. Painstakingly researched, it includes many old photographs, new Lagerfeld sketches and interesting anecdotes (such as her ropes of pearls being mysteriously taken from her apartment on the night of her death…). On the day of Chanel’s stunning S/S 12 Haute Couture Collection, it seems particularly apt to celebrating one of its symbols that every woman can wear, whether fakes bought for a few pounds or priceless natural ones.

The oldest known gemstone, and for centuries more valuable than diamonds, pearls date back to ancient times (with a fragment of the oldest known pearl jewellery dating back to 520 BC, on display in the Louvre in Paris). They symbolised innocence and unblemished perfection – with the very word an enduring metaphor for something very rare, fine or admirable. In the words of Jackie Kennedy, “pearls are always appropriate“.

During my quest I toyed with buying faux pearls (after all, if it’s good enough for Coco…) but, given that it would be a birthday present and something that I wanted to last, I looked at freshwater instead as a good compromise. Having searched high and low for months, I popped into John Lewis for something else and happened upon a lovely 48″ rope for a very reasonable price. Just goes to show how the perfect thing can often be found when you least expect it!

Ladurée, Liberty and Forever Buys

After a lovely evening of getting dressed up (in gloriously glittery Topshop booties and a now-practically-vintage blue Marc by Marc Jacobs dress) to enjoy cocktails and ‘grown-up’ time with the Doctor Husband on my birthday - and with several very generous birthday cheques burning a hole in my pocket – the next day was a trip to Liberty (to admire beautiful fabrics and home-wares – gaining extra points for being baby-friendly!) and of course to Ladurée for a box of colourful macarons. Previously, I might have not spent very wisely – buying either a multitude of random cheaper stuff that caught my eye or splurging on a drastically reduced designer buy that was totally inappropriate for my lifestyle and, more often than not, a poor fit to boot. This time, however, I was looking for a ‘forever buy’; something that I’ve been lusting after for a long time but have not had the funds to buy, or because I haven’t yet found the one.

Forever buys are not to be confused with boring buys, nor mistaken for another capsule wardrobe cliché. Yes, by their very definition, forever buys tend not to be the most outlandish or trend-driven of items, but this does not mean that they have to be practical and certainly not plain. It doesn’t even have to be particularly pricey, but what it should always be is something that you will love and use for decades, that makes you smile every time you see or use it and – most importantly – is uniquely ‘you’ (look out for future posts on my own personal Forever Buys).

With that in mind, I went off to London to see what I could find and Liberty did not disappoint. I have been lusting after the Alexander McQueen skull scarves since their launch (in particular regretting letting a pale blue silk version go in the Harvey Nichols sale years ago) but could never justify one, or even decide on a colourway or material; so, having finally spotted the one: a stunning purple cashmere-blend in Liberty last year, I was delighted to find it half-price in the sale. Reissued year after year, it is a true wardrobe classic adding edge and colour to almost any outfit. I’ll get plenty of wear out of before it warms up and – more importantly – I know I will relish bringing out year after year at the first sign of Autumn.

The only problem is, now I’ve finally got my hands on one I’m also lusting after a beige or pink silk version for Summer….

Birthdays and the art of gift-giving

So, Wednesday was my 28th birthday.

I always think birthdays feel a little odd when you’re an adult and it’s not a ‘milestone’ – usually spent in work, providing cake for colleagues and generally being a bit of an anti-climax no matter how well-planned. But today I was very lucky to be greeted by a beautifully wrapped pile of presents from the Doctor Husband, each one perfect in its own way and clearly chosen with thought, love and care.

In my view, one of the great joys (and challenges!) of any gift-giving – particularly for adults who no longer need to wait for birthdays or Christmas to buy something they want or need for themselves – is when you know you’ve hit the nail on the head and chosen a gift that’s exactly right for the recipient, but not anything that they would ever have bought for themselves; in other words, a real treat. This could be anything from a glamourous red lipstick from a close friend to help a tired mummy feel that little bit more human, a stunning iPhone cover hand-made in fabric that shows the giver has spent lots of time on the gift and knows you inside out (thank you Liverpool_Fi!), a stack of beautiful books from an author you admire, a new Diptyque candle, a CD you’ve wanted for ages, or simply a bunch of your favourite flowers. In short, something that is either useful, beautiful, or both. I won’t pretend that this is at all easy – it takes time and effort to find the perfect present and to wrap it beautifully, commodities that are often the rarest of all – but it is so, so rewarding and really is the mark of a true friendship.

I spent the day enjoying a lovely long lunch with the Doctor Husband at a local haunt called Little Marrakech, in part reminiscing about our first lunch there (the first time we visited St. Albans when I was pregnant and decided to live here) and our trip to Marrakech in March 2009, but mostly it was spent excitedly bouncing ideas around for this blog and taking photos for future posts using Instagram. I have so many ideas for future posts, including: a Local Treasures series on local (mostly independent) haunts, both at home and abroad; posts on the unique artistry of Lulu Guinness and Rob Ryan; baking macaroons and other goodies; forever buys and wardrobe wonders; vintage spring shoes (McCartney, McQueen and Westwood) and so much more. Even just from chatting and writing about it, I already feel so fired-up and inspired about this blog and I hope you’ll join me on this journey!

New Year, New Project

As I look back over the 12 months, on the eve of my 28th birthday, it is amazing how simultaneously both everything and nothing has changed. It has been an incredible year with some life-changing personal highlights (the birth of my first son with the Doctor Husband in May, moving to St. Albans from East London to raise our family and making new friends there, the most amazing Alice in Wonderland-themed baby shower) and some professional disappointments, anxieties and general creeping disillusionment (career stasis, being unsuccessful in more interviews than I care to remember).

Having always been career-focused from an early age – or, to use what seems to have become a dirty word, ambitious – the seismic internal and external shift that came with motherhood and being on maternity leave (no matter how long I tried to deny it) came as a bit of a shock. For the next nine-to-twelve months I would no longer defined solely by my profession or even by going out to work every day;  whilst the birth of my healthy and beautiful baby boy was everything I dreamt of, I felt I’d lost a bit of my old identity as a result but wasn’t sure what would replace it and who I would be at the end of it.

However, as the fog of early motherhood started to lift, I slowly began to realise that with this new phase in my life came a golden opportunity to broaden my horizons, take a step back from the career plan I set when I was ten years’ old and which had been the almost obsessive focus for the next 17, and work out what other things interest me besides work and family; free from the ever-increasing stress of my work, I could combine my wonderful new role as a mother with something that would act as an outlet just for me. Not yet another legal qualification (Barrister, Solicitor, LL.M being just three of mine to date), something that was simply creative, fun and – above all – actually made me happy.

For years the Doctor Husband and I had been saying we would each like to be more creative, but I could never articulate how I might achieve this. However, thanks to Twitter and discovering a number of hugely inspiring blogs (see my blogroll) I realised that writing was something I had always enjoyed but had long since stopped doing any that was not law/work-related. I also enjoyed finding like-minded people and sharing my passions with them and making new discoveries (like the eponymous macarons). So, in the spirit of the New Year (in both a generic calendar and personal birthday sense), I have taken the plunge, decided to step through the looking glass and start my own blog, covering an eclectic mix of my passions and pursuits including fashion, travel, food and life in general (you can find out more about it here). I have no idea where this journey will lead, but I’m hoping that it will be an incredible ride…