Tuesday, March 20, 2012

The color of Spring

The weather has been hinting at it on and off for a couple weeks, but according to the calendar Spring is officially here. Hoorah! Here in London the flowers and trees are blooming more and more each day. The sunshine was out today and it was lovely all around.

After my I've-just-gotten-engaged-and-am-a-wedding-guest foray into nail extensions a month ago, I wasn't very happy with my nails. Those fake things were on like rocks and the few that had come off did some serious damage. The other day I decided to treat myself to some professional help. I'm so glad I did, because I discovered a great new color that I think will be carrying me through the Spring and Summer of 2012.


I stopped into the lovely ladies at Nails, Inc. and they got rid of the bad tips, cleaned up my nails in general, and topped them off with this gorgeous color: Portobello. It's a bright coral, but quite on-trend with it's neon-ness. Indoors it has a fun and bright look, but outdoors - especially when the sky is overcast - it's a POW polish. I'm in love! (It's more orangey than Rimmel's Pop Apricot - another coral-y fave of mine).

One of my birthday gifts was a department store gift card, so I think I'll be using that partly to get myself a bottle of this stuff to keep things bright throughout the coming seasons. (That plus my go-to Barry M. glitters)!

What's your latest nail discovery?

Saturday, March 17, 2012

Women of a Certain Age

I have reached a Certain Age. No, I don't mean that lovely 50s-60s sort of space where no one dare utter how many years you have been on the planet. Not the lovely bubble of gracefully aging occupied by Hellen Mirren or Judi Dench or my mother. No, no, not that sort of certain age, but a certain age that is both exciting and scary.



While away in Scotland visiting the soon-to-be-in-laws (and other family and friends-of-the-boy), the day came. I admit, I did shed a few tears the night before. My youth! Is it gone? Am I a bona fide adult now? What about my plans? Oh, the plans I had! Plans made at 16, at 21, at 25, even at 28. Some the same, some changed, some amended and some laughable now as I look back on where my younger self thought I'd be when I hit this milestone.

I started my 4th decade with a lovely gift from The Scot, his mum, and his gran.

Miss Phoebe

Yes, like many a 3 year old I got a dolly. A lovely Suzi Hysteric Middie Blythe and, after a few days of namelessness, I have decided that she is called Phoebe. She is in dire need of a wardrobe, but that'll happen soon enough.

It was a pretty great day. Lunch with the boy's fam, cake at home, then drinks with some of the mister's Edinburgh friends at The Villager. Tasty cocktails that seemed such a bargain as anywhere outside of London always does when you're used to ridiculous London pricing.


Even Phoebe had a good time.


Turning 30 is a little bit scary. And a little bit exciting. SO much is happening in the coming 12 months: moving (2 or 3 times!), spending much time with my family, getting MARRIED! It'll be an adventurous start to the decade, if nothing else. And I get to spend it with this guy:

obligatory self-portrait of the night

...so it should be pretty great.