Sunday, 23 September 2012

Lofty Perfection 2

Oh my goodness! My husband really does read my blog!
He spent today researching loft flats and came up with this gem in South Kensington.
If you have a spare 1.795 million (yikes) you can purchase this 2 bed flat.
I adore the kitchen and am very taken with the roof terrace. 
I still think my find pips him to the post though! 
Here while it lasts.


Friday, 21 September 2012

Lofty Perfection

Dear Richard,
This is what I meant earlier when we were discussing buying a rental property.
Not Fulham, not Chelsea, some where edgy & cool!
This one is fetching £675 per week. Not bad for a one bed in SE1.
I can see our boys living here in 20 years time, can't you?
Of course they will have to fight it out over the bedroom.
More info here.
From your loving wifey. (Hehehehehehe!)


Saturday, 15 September 2012

A Very Vintage Afternoon Tea

Royal Albert China hosted a free afternoon tea on our very own Parsons Green today!
Free cupcakes, macaroons & tea - how pleasant.
Even little Finn tried a cupcake.
The Green was bathed in golden sunlight and just looked spectacular. 
At times like these I will grudgingly admit that living in London is quite cool. 


Pattern Freak

Totally enamoured with these rugs & cushions from The Rug Company
I think chevron is my new stripe, leopard is my new polka dot & key is my new ikat.
Their new store has opened at 555 Kings Rd. Dangerously close to home........


Monday, 10 September 2012

Golden Glow

Looking at gorgeous interiors goes some way to taking my mind off my poor tum.
The first photo is like someone read my mind (or came over to my house.) Woodland paper and galvanised Tolix, yup, we're doing a bit o' that right now.

I love everything about this second image. The golden glow of light, the bed linen, distressed door and lace dress - yum!

And don't you just LOVE this image of HRH? It's called 'Lightness of Being'.

Happy Monday!

Sunday, 9 September 2012

Diary of an abdominoplasty - 5 days post

I wanted to write this while it was all still fresh in my mind.
I am home now. I was in hospital for 4 nights and it is a joy to be back home with the kids and Rich.
Sooooo how was it? Pretty brutal actually.
I know in a week or so I will feel like it has all been worth it. But, if I didn't have the hernia complicating things and I knew then what I know now, I'm not so sure I would have gone through with it.
Day one post was a bit of a blur. Tramadol will do that to you! I think I managed to eat and maybe get out of bed. I remember dreaming about running and trying to find the perfect pair of jeans.
Day two post, still on a high. Physio-terrorist has me walking up and down stairs. I have everyone fooled that I feel great. I have 3 x tubes removed from my tum and the dreaded, hated catheter goes too. I am having only paracetamol for the pain. To me this feels like good progress. I have visits from Mum & Dad, Rich and Max. Max brings me a special stone he picked out at the Natural History Museum. Big day and am knackered.
Day three post, down to earth with a thud. Can't stop crying. Feel hideous and wretched. Thinking what have I done??! I realise I am bent over like an old lady. My back hurts! My tummy hurts! Missing Finn so bad I can't even breathe. Richard comes to see me and I can't stop crying. He has a card from Finn for me - cry even more. The nurses tell me I need to take a chill pill, literally. They dose me up with Tramadol and for the next 12 hours I am flying. I feel like my body is lifting off the bed. I put on my ipod and drift away. Clutching Finn's card and Max's stone.
Day four post, wake up with a bit of a Tramadol hang over, but am okay. Manage to get up and have an awkward shower, keeping the dressings dry. I am going home today! Have one last thing to deal with (the last drain being removed) then I am free! I feel like I have come through the worst now. Just want to get home to my boys. It takes me, the nurse and Richard about 15 minutes to get me into my Spanx. Yes that's right Spanx! I have to wear Spanx for the next few weeks to keep everything in place and reduce the swelling. I thought the whole idea of a tummy tuck was you didn't need Spanx anymore! Hehehehe! Get home and it's great.
So here I am day five post. Having a very chilled day. Richard has taken the family out so I can have some peace and quiet. The pain is much less today. Also, I have more movement in my abdomen and can nearly stand up straight again. I look down and I see a pancake where my bowl full of jelly used to be. It will be interesting when the dressings come off next Thursday. Watch this space......


Monday, 3 September 2012

Diary of an Abdominoplasty......

I've been in two minds whether to write this post.
I am having an abdominoplasty tomorrow. This is something I never thought I would have done in a million years!!!!!!
(Richard has been teasing me that I am a fully fledged Fulham yummy mummy now that I am having a tummy tuck hahahahaha!)
It all started off when I discovered I had a large hernia in the muscle wall of my tum after having baby Finn earlier this year. For ages I thought I had a weird phantom baby gurgling around in my tummy. BUT it was actually my intestines blurgh!
I have virtually nothing holding my stomach in but a thin layer of skin. Is this grossing you out? Mmmmmmm me too.
So I consulted various specialists about having the hernia repaired, they all said I would need an abdomino-thingy at the same time as the skin left behind would look pretty bad. So that's how it came about really. And tomorrow is the day!
FYI, this is my surgeon, Mr Adam Searle.

I think he is fabulous, although a little serious in this pic! You can read about what he has been up to lately here.

I have been wondering whether to show before and after pics. I am pretty shy about the state of my tummy at the moment.
But here it is..........

Girls, don't let it put you off having babies okay! This doesn't happen to every preggo gal.
Hoping I will have a fabulous after pic to post soon.
Over and out.


Sunday, 2 September 2012


Happy 4th Birthday Max!!!!! You rock cool dude.