If you missed my post yesterday, you may not be aware that I have committed to blogging every single day. I’ve actually already blogged today about my Vodafone London Fashion Weekend competition (you can win tickets plus a hair makeover here) but to count that as my post for the day would be cheating….it wasn’t a diary post. So here I am at 9pm desperately trying to blog summat before midnight. To fail on Day 2 would be a bit pathetic, even if that’s what LITERALLY ALWAYS HAPPENS whenever I go on a diet. Ahem.
I’ve actually had a vaguely interesting day for once, which certainly makes this task easier. But let’s start with last night so that I can give my local boozer a mention…
I don’t really consider The Sands End a boozer, I just said that to sound edgy. I actually don’t really like drinking there as it’s usually rammed and I am now of an age where I don’t like ‘loud places with wooden chairs’, but if it’s a local dinner we’re after it’s the first place we call. (Or book through OpenTable, as I am now obsessed with collecting points through any and every scheme that allows me to collect any sort of points).
AA Gill loves The Sands End, which you can take as an endorsement or not – depending on your views of AA Gill. But regardless of what he thinks, I bloody love it. We probably eat there every fortnight and it is never not perfect. I totally trust Oliver Marlowe (ex Glasshouse and Chez Bruce) and his team to BLOW MY MIND with whatever they serve me.
Last night I had white garlic soup with roquefort brioche and rapeseed oil (pictured above left) followed by ricotta gnudi with roast summer squash, braised pine nuts, cavolo nero and gremolata (above right). Both were a ridiculously massive treat. My better half had foie gras followed by a very clever grouse dish, but didn’t want me to photograph it because “that’s weird”. (I love him).
If you are going anytime soon then save room for dessert and order the chocolate crémeux with caramel ice cream, olive oil and barley – it’s the naughtiest, saltiest, shouldn’t-work-but-does bowl of lovely that you can imagine. I couldn’t squeeze it in last night because I’d had too much Campari as my pre-starter starter (mixed with OJ to kill my cold, yeah?) but I fear it coming off the menu soon as the menu changes regularly. Hopefully it won’t.
Annoyingly I can’t write about it – yet – as I’d quite literally spoil the show. But Lulu’s collection is properly gorgeous and I love the story behind it. Chie Sato did an amazing job with the hair (as always!) and I loved the make-up look that the Body Shop’s team created. It’s weird to think my face is embargoed, but hey. I’ll be writing a post about the ‘test to show’ process after LFW, but it’s genuinely pretty interesting. I think people would be surprised if they knew just how much work (and how many amaaaaaaazing creative minds) come together to create that dramatic 11 minute runway show you see during Fashion Week. The beauty tests are just a teeny tiny part of that process. I was pleased to be able to lend my hair and face to the proceedings.
It’s not really a salad any more once it’s covered in sauce and stuffed into bread. It’s a sandwich. I should stop kidding myself.
At the Soho Hotel I fell in love with three things: the above lamp (omg where can I get this lamp?), the above iced jasmine tea (so good) and DKNY’s limited edition Golden Delicious Sparkling Apple…
There were lots of new beauty goodies that I got to play with (thank you Natalie!) that will get their own shoutouts here as and when I use and wear them, but I had to spritz this new DKNY scent onto myself straight away. It’s very easy to wear and is a slight update on the usual Golden Delicious scent, so it’s not just the blingy lid that makes this bottle different.
From there I headed to the depressing saga that was strapless bra shopping at John Lewis. I don’t know if it was because I was hot and sweaty (why the eff was it so hot today?!) or because I was mardy about the fact that I can’t remember my dress properly to know exactly what my bra needs to look like, but I loathed every second of the experience and left £70 shorter with two bras (Triumph and Wonderbra) that I’m not entirely sure about. I think I just need to take as many bras as possible to my fitting on Monday and figure it out when I have my dress in front of me. That or chop my stupid boobs off.
From there I headed to The Wolesley (I know, what a fancy day! Don’t worry, tomorrow features nothing except for Passport Office excitement and dinner for one) to see Mona and Harriet from TCS to discuss more beauty bits and generally sing the praises of Ole Henriksen. Again, there were lots of sneak previews of lovely things which I will share properly in due course, but for now know this…
DIPTYQUE ARE LAUNCHING A NEW CANDLE AND IT’S FANFRIKKINTASTIC.
If I’m entirely honest, my heart sank a little when Harriet produced it and I saw it said “Vanille”. You don’t have to be Amelie to know that ‘vanille’ means ‘vanilla’. I imagined a sickly sweet Yankee Candle-esque cloying scent, mostly because I have *never* come across a vanilla candle that I like, but when passed the box I realised this was no ordinary vanilla candle. This is so special I can’t describe it. It’s woody and expensive and so not “buttercream”. It’s vanilla that demands to be taken seriously. The Hillary Clinton of vanilla candles. I believe it is released in early October so GET READY.
And that’s what I got up to today.
I also dicked around in Sainsbury’s, took the wrong bus, fell out with a lawyer, had my passport picture taken twice because I’m hideously vain (more on that tomorrow) and ate an Innocent Veg Pot in front of GBBO. These things were less exciting.
See you tomorrow x