a confession.

I am in love with Kate Middleton.  She epitomises everything a modern princess - and woman - should be.

With the insane glut of wannabes/reality show 'stars'/barely-clad popstars, it is so refreshing to see someone so, well, normal.  Without a shadow of a doubt, she has led a privileged life, but so what?  She has grace, discretion and unbelievable beauty at her fingertips.  Never will you see her falling out of a nightclub or selling an exclusive story to Heat.

At this day and time - and more than likely, this decade, Kate Middleton is the woman we all want to be.  And I thank her for that.  Thanks, Kate!

Sooo...fawning over...

My beautiful (and Royal -wedding excitable) pal Emilie and I had a delightful (if somewhat ill-advised, given the hour) champagne breakfast before the wedding.  Proceedings kicked off at 9am with home made pancakes and copious amounts of bucks fizz.

Hurrah and hic! we cheered to the arriving guests as we played Wedding Guest Bingo.  Thanks Camilla, for giving me a row - a full house was looking highly unlikely as I really needed the Sultan Of Oman to arrive with a big flashing neon sign on his head so I could recognise him.  Which he didn't.  Ho Hum.

Onwards to the most anticipated arrival in the history of mankind (I am going to gloss over Beatrice and Eugenie's outfits.  I can't bear to think about them).

The beautiful Miss Middleton.  Photo from tumblr

In the dress I had previously been eyeing up for my very own self.  No, Kate, no!! What a beautiful bride, what a beautiful dress.  But, Kate, I wanted it first!! Sad times.

So there we have it.  Britain finally has its own fairytale princess - welcome to our lives Kate.

And,  can I borrow your dress next October?!

thanks for the reminder...

(cooing over the wedding to follow at a later date)

fun with gran

 French photographer Sacha Goldberger has shot these brilliant photos of his 91-year-old Hungarian grandmother Frederika - or Mamika (Hungarian for grandma).  


Isn't Mamika a brilliant word, by the way?  I miss my Mamika very much :(

more photos and full story here

Agoraphobia

I love this.  Really love it.  The idea is amazing, but, well, the poem is so beautiful.  It's amazing how people can find a poem scattered on a page from book!  It reminds me on something the incredibly wise Winnie The Pooh would say.  Buy it here

Sunday Morning Coming Down

I attended a Mad Men themed party with the best people in London last night, and this amazing song is quite apt for all of us who gathered in the park today to rehash the night before...


Well I woke up Sunday morning,
With no way to hold my head that didn't hurt.
And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad,
So I had one more for dessert.
Then I fumbled through my closet for my clothes,
And found my cleanest dirty shirt.
An' I shaved my face and combed my hair,
An' stumbled down the stairs to meet the day.

I'd smoked my brain the night before,
On cigarettes and songs I'd been pickin'.
But I lit my first and watched a small kid,
Cussin' at a can that he was kicking.
Then I crossed the empty street,
'n caught the Sunday smell of someone fryin' chicken.
And it took me back to somethin',
That I'd lost somehow, somewhere along the way.

On the Sunday morning sidewalk,
Wishing, Lord, that I was stoned.
'Cos there's something in a Sunday,
Makes a body feel alone.
And there's nothin' short of dyin',
Half as lonesome as the sound,
On the sleepin' city sidewalks:
Sunday mornin' comin' down.

In the park I saw a daddy,
With a laughin' little girl who he was swingin'.
And I stopped beside a Sunday school,
And listened to the song they were singin'.
Then I headed back for home,
And somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin'.
And it echoed through the canyons,
Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday.

On the Sunday morning sidewalk,
Wishing, Lord, that I was stoned.
'Cos there's something in a Sunday,
Makes a body feel alone.
And there's nothin' short of dyin',
Half as lonesome as the sound,
On the sleepin' city sidewalks:
Sunday mornin' comin' down.