Catskills Hideaway

Our new house is nearly done and decorated and I'm already itching for a new project. Having my own little haven - preferably an airstream, gypsy caravan or shepherd's hut- has always been a dream of mine and seeing this swanked up hunting cabin of Sandra Foster's has kicked-started me into action. Any free moment I now get is spent scouring the pages of Auto Trader and ebay hunting for some kind of beaten up treasure I can transform into my dream escape.

My inspiration

The photos above are of a hunting cabin in the Catskills which the owner, Sandra Foster, has transformed into the romantic Victorian cottage she's always dreamt of...An all white, floaty, pure girly haven.

Chloe Chic

I think this lady photographed outside the latest Chloe show could be the chicest person on the planet right now. One glimpse of her and I'm actually considering burning my maternity jeans. I still can't bring myself to wear normal clothes and It's going to take something drastic to get myself out of this hideous, baggy, comfortable rut.

photo via

www.thesartorialist.com

Ten Minutes With...

LOUISE ROE

Los Angeles based

Presenter and Fashion Journalist

Current fascinations?

Downton Abbey, pistachio coloured shoes, Thai curries.

What scares you?

The dark- I really can't sleep in pitch black!

Describe yourself in three words.

Loyal, jet lagged, fun-loving.

Perfect holiday destination?

Maui

What would you eat at your last supper?

A Mexican feast- guacamole, burritos and margaritas.

Which five people would be joining you?

My family

Last fashion disaster?

I wore a strapless gold gown for an E! Baftas show and I looked like I was pregnant!

Favourite London hangout?

Blakes for drinks.

Favourite LA hangout?

Eveleigh Restaurant.

You can wear three designers for the rest of your life. Who are they?

Giambattista Valli, Marchesa, Giuseppe Zanotti.

What annoys you?

Rude, impatient people

Who do you admire?

Professionally? Diana Vreeland.

What's on your Spring/ Summer shopping list?

A pistachio clutch from KG

Defining moment of your career?

Maybe last weekend, I co-hosted ABC's Oscars show and it was awesome.

Best piece of advice you've ever been given?

Don't expect anything and you'll never be disappointed. From my Grandpa.

What's the starriest thing you've ever done?

Attending the Oscars.

What do you talk to your hairdresser about?

Everything under the sun, no holes barred!

What 3 things would you take to a dessert island?

My boyfriend, a Melissa Odabash kaftan and some gin.

Miracle beauty must have?

Beauty Mint serum.

What will you be doing in ten years time?

Hopefully living on the beach with a big family, a cute doggie and still presenting fun TV shows.

www.louiseroe.com

SO Esotic

I've been waiting to get my hands on one of these morse code bracelets for a long, long time.

They are made to order by the beautiful Ombretta Vaccari, for her label Esotic - which you can now buy from her newly opened, online bazaar.

Decide what you want to say and she will translate it onto the bracelet using the morse code alphabet.

Genius.

www.www.esotic.bigcartel.com

Time for a Lie down.

Yesterday was the first time that I've been alone with both Cubs, all day, by myself;

After a string of up-all-nighters, it was never going to be the easiest.

I got a glimpse of what was ahead of me when I sprayed what I thought was dry shampoo into my hair and it turned out to be strawberry flavoured deodorant instead.

Then, while having breakfast, trying to convince Cub Senior that he had 100% of my attention, I turned my head for a micro-milli second, to find him, "ta-da-ing", arms in the air celebrating that he was now wearing his bowl of cereal- milk included - as a hat.

Subconsciously, I think I wanted to prove to myself that I could easily cope single handedly and decided a trip to the supermarket seemed the perfect opportunity to test this theory. After some military style planning, I decided the mission would be easilyaccomplishable with a magic combo of baby sling and a trolley with one of those seats in.

Great, until we pulled into the multi story car park and I realised the baby sling was still sitting on the kitchen table. Meanwhile, Big Cub's shouts of 'Wake Oooop" - in his newly adopted Yorkshire accent - had succeeded and the smaller one, was now going mental.

We end up with Cub senior in the magic trolley chair and the smallest one, in his baby seat, in the food section of the trolley. Feeling rather pleased with myself we headed into the shop. The problem presented itself pretty quickly in the potato aisle; picking up a large sack, guess what, there's no where to put them. The next ten minutes is spent trying to bargain with Cub Senior to allow me to put the shopping, on top of him, in his little area. Cutting a very long, painful story short, it all ended in tears, (mine) when I moronically asked him to hold a box of eggs. No prizes for guessing what happened.

My lesson is now well and truly learnt. I don't think I will be leaving the house for at least another year or two...

Time for a Lie down.

Yesterday was the first time that I've been alone with both Cubs, all day, by myself;

After a string of up-all-nighters, it was never going to be the easiest.

I got a glimpse of what was ahead of me when I sprayed what I thought was dry shampoo into my hair and it turned out to be strawberry flavoured deodorant instead.

Then, while having breakfast, trying to convince Cub Senior that he had 100% of my attention, I turned my head for a micro-milli second, to find him, "ta-da-ing", arms in the air celebrating that he was now wearing his bowl of cereal- milk included - as a hat.

Subconsciously, I think I wanted to prove to myself that I could easily cope single handedly and decided a trip to the supermarket seemed the perfect opportunity to test this theory. After some military style planning, I decided the mission would be easilyaccomplishable with a magic combo of baby sling and a trolley with one of those seats in. Great, until we pulled into the multi story car park and I realised the baby sling was still sitting on the kitchen table. Meanwhile, Big Cub's shouts of 'Wake Oooop" - in his newly adopted Yorkshire accent - had succeeded and the smaller one, was now going mental.

We end up with Cub senior in the magic trolley chair and the smallest one, in his baby seat, in the food section of the trolley. Feeling rather pleased with myself we headed into the shop. The problem presented itself pretty quickly in the potato aisle; picking up a large sack, guess what, there's no where to put them. The next ten minutes is spent trying to bargain with Cub Senior to allow me to put the shopping, on top of him, in his little area. Cutting a very long, painful story short, it all ended in tears, (mine) when I moronically asked him to hold a box of eggs. No prizes for guessing what happened.

My lesson is now well and truly learnt. I don't think I will be leaving the house for at least another year or two...

Time for a Lie down.

Yesterday was the first time that I've been alone with both Cubs, all day, by myself;

After a string of up-all-nighters, it was never going to be the easiest.

I got a glimpse of what was ahead of me when I sprayed what I thought was dry shampoo into my hair and it turned out to be strawberry flavoured deodorant instead.

Then, while having breakfast, trying to convince Cub Senior that he had 100% of my attention, I turned my head for a micro-milli second, to find him, "ta-da-ing", arms in the air celebrating that he was now wearing his bowl of cereal- milk included - as a hat.

Subconsciously, I think I wanted to prove to myself that I could easily cope single handedly and decided a trip to the supermarket seemed the perfect opportunity to test this theory. After some military style planning, I decided the mission would be easilyaccomplishable with a magic combo of baby sling and a trolley with one of those seats in. Great, until we pulled into the multi story car park and I realised the baby sling was still sitting on the kitchen table. Meanwhile, Big Cub's shouts of 'Wake Oooop" - in his newly adopted Yorkshire accent - had succeeded and the smaller one, was now going mental.

We end up with Cub senior in the magic trolley chair and the smallest one, in his baby seat, in the food section of the trolley. Feeling rather pleased with myself we headed into the shop. The problem presented itself pretty quickly in the potato aisle; picking up a large sack, guess what, there's no where to put them. The next ten minutes is spent trying to bargain with Cub Senior to allow me to put the shopping, on top of him, in his little area. Cutting a very long, painful story short, it all ended in tears, (mine) when I moronically asked him to hold a box of eggs. No prizes for guessing what happened.

My lesson is now well and truly learnt. I don't think I will be leaving the house for at least another year or two...

Time for a Lie down.

Yesterday was the first time that I've been alone with both Cubs, all day, by myself;

After a string of up-all-nighters, it was never going to be the easiest.

I got a glimpse of what was ahead of me when I sprayed what I thought was dry shampoo into my hair and it turned out to be strawberry flavoured deodorant instead.

Then, while having breakfast, trying to convince Cub Senior that he had 100% of my attention, I turned my head for a micro-milli second, to find him, "ta-da-ing", arms in the air celebrating that he was now wearing his bowl of cereal- milk included - as a hat.

Subconsciously, I think I wanted to prove to myself that I could easily cope single handedly and decided a trip to the supermarket seemed the perfect opportunity to test this theory. After some military style planning, I decided the mission would be easilyaccomplishable with a magic combo of baby sling and a trolley with one of those seats in. Great, until we pulled into the multi story car park and I realised the baby sling was still sitting on the kitchen table. Meanwhile, Big Cub's shouts of 'Wake Oooop" - in his newly adopted Yorkshire accent - had succeeded and the smaller one, was now going mental.

We end up with Cub senior in the magic trolley chair and the smallest one, in his baby seat, in the food section of the trolley. Feeling rather pleased with myself we headed into the shop. The problem presented itself pretty quickly in the potato aisle; picking up a large sack, guess what, there's no where to put them. The next ten minutes is spent trying to bargain with Cub Senior to allow me to put the shopping, on top of him, in his little area. Cutting a very long, painful story short, it all ended in tears, (mine) when I moronically asked him to hold a box of eggs. No prizes for guessing what happened.

My lesson is now well and truly learnt. I don't think I will be leaving the house for at least another year or two...

IRO

Yes please to the whole of the new

IRO Spring/Summer 12 collection...

Printed Pants

A printed trouser is definitely one of my all time favourite wardrobe staples. The first glimpse of sunshine and my collection of floral wide legs are the first to be dusted off from winter hibernation. I'm mega excited about all these new printed visions that keep appearing and have been spending quite a few hours wondering how to get my hands on the JW Anderson paisley ones worn by Alexa Chung last week. Paying £795 is not an option...

A beauty at Milan Fashion week wearing DKNY

Image from blog.style-sight.com

J.W Anderson paisley dreams

Image from the telegraph.co.uk

Elizabeth and James A/W 12/13 collection

Head to toe JW Anderson at London Fashion Week

Poppy Delevingne looking visionary at the Topshop show

Alexa Chung in the paisley dreams

at the House of Holland show

Right up my Strata

Yet again, I'm desperate for another of Hattie Rickard's creations. She's just brought out a new design, an enamel and gold plated ring called 'The Strata'.

Like her mainline pieces, this is also made to order; meaning you can take your pick from all the colours in the rainbow and design your dream colour combo.

www.hattierickards.com

HAPPY VALENTINES DAY!