I have been utterly lame of late and blog posts have been horribly sporadic…I am, however, in possession of rather a good excuse. Namely that I am ‘book pregnant’. Stay tuned for more details. I am about 6 months away from publishing.
Heading to the UK any time soon? I was loaned two insanely fabulous headpieces last year when I was back in Blighty for Royal Ascot as well as several weddings. The lovely London-based girls who run The Hat Club asked me to hold fire on posting about them until it was hat season again, which it certainly is now.
Last summer I had three weddings to go to and only so much space in my suitcase. Harriet and Lucy to the rescue, who appear to have set up The Hat Club for people just like me.
Essentially a fresh take on a hat hire company, these gals have done their research: they only seem to stock genuinely covetable creations. Everything I saw on their website I instantly want to jam on my head and wear. Milliners that they stock include Philip Treacy and Gina Foster as well as up and coming names such as Emily London and Rosie Olivia. Prices range from £45-120.
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Why do I always forget what an utter nightmare a house move is? It all seems like a great idea at the time of signing the lease: you are buoyed with enthusiasm about a little bit more space, a different kitchen and a bath you can actually lie down in.
The other problem with my current move is that we are only renting. I can say for racing certainty that we will move again.
I’ve got rather behind in my postings recently (house move happening – sorry) but today’s is all about Japanese onsen and how to do it right (are you naked or not? What do you do with that blasted hand towel?). I am not sure I *quite* mastered it when we were over there at Easter….but here’s my take on how to get by.
When we were in Niseko, we stayed in the ski-in, ski-out Hilton in Niseko village equipped with many things, but what I was most excited about was their onsen (UK readers, onsen is a sort of hot spring, strictly separated in to men/women). A Japanese tradition, there is quite a lot of etiquette involved, as you might imagine.
Fail #1 was turning up in my swimming costume; (puritanical English girl that I am) I just felt that everyone was kidding when they said you had to go starkers and I figured it was better to have to strip off than arrive naked when you weren’t meant to be.
We have just got back from a trip to Japan with some friends, one of whom is Japanese. It was a massive treat to see the country with someone who was born there and who can speak the lingo.
One of the best dinners we had was in Hokkaido after a day on the slopes. The restaurant took the form of an utterly random bar, or izakaya as they are called in Japan, stuffed with baseball memorabilia and – more importantly – locals.
