Jurlique at the Sanderson

I was honoured to be invited to a swanky lunch at the Sanderson Hotel last week to celebrate the launch of Jurlique into their spa. I thought it would be a very casual, typical press day and nearly fell over when I walked into the very glitzy, proper sit down ladies lunch. Being there on behalf of a spa meant that lunch was a (very small) plate of health. Lots of special sprouting seeds, steamed fish etc. Very delicious but thank god I'd eaten half a kilo of pick'n mix from the massive Topshop en route.

Skincare wise, it couldn't have been more perfectly timed. I usually love it when a moisturiser comes to the end of it's life but this time, with every penny we have being thrown at the builders, I couldn't quite face coughing up another £100. So when I was sent home with a bag of Jurlique creations I was completely over the moon. It's only been a week so obviously no drastic results yet but I have to say, I think Dr Weil is already getting a good run for his money.

The table in the conservatory at the Sanderson

Dr Chloe Delevigne, Actresses Clara Paget and Flee Brudenell Bruce

Host Yasmin Le Bon

Health on a plate

www.sandersonlondon.co.uk

www.jurlique.co.uk

Spa Day

I tried to write this post last night but was still so away with the fairies, I had to leave it to today. A few hours earlier I had been lounging around in the Agua Spa in the Sanderson Hotel. I decided to treat myself to a pregnancy facial. My wonderful Mother in Law was hanging out with the Cub, I'd done as much writing as I could and now I'm past the three month stage, was finally allowed to step back into a spa again. (Beauty therapists wont even look at you in the first trimester.)

I should have probably guessed that I was going somewhere quite special when I stepped into the lift. Pitch black with a full on holographic space scene. Planets, moons, stars. I was in Space. And then I stepped out into a completely different planet than the one I'd been occupying twenty seconds earlier. I wouldn't have laughed if you'd told me it was heaven. And not in the descriptive sense. The ceilings were higher than my whole house and covered in white floaty fabric through the whole spa. The only colour other than white, was the green of the granny smith apples in enormous bowls, sporadically dotted around. The floors were white, the dressing rooms, the chairs, the orchids, the towels. The waffle robes and swanky slippers - also white...

My treatment room, designed by the very clever Phillipe Stark.

I was so relaxed after ten minutes of just hanging out in the chill out area I could have pretty much gone home then and there and been happy. I then had the facial - lying on a heated water bed- and honestly couldn't speak until an hour later.

Aromatherapy Associates Rose used in the treatment

I decided to make my day as healthy, wholesome and pampering as possible so went to Leon afterwards and picked up one of my favourite superfood salads. Alfafa sprouts, seeds, broccoli, peas. Pure health - ten points. The only slight problem being in this catatonic state was that all my sense and will power was also left behind in the spa. No way in hell could I possibly resist the lure of Liberty opposite.

To reward myself for leaving the Isabel Marant section empty handed I allowed myself to splash out two balls of beautiful twine and some herringbone weave, pink silk. How times have changed...

My new string from RE Liberty. A blue one might have jumped into my basket too...