Friday, 6 March 2020

Afternoon tea at Tiffany's . . . . we couldn't get the time slot for breakfast!

There was absolutely no messing about when we heard The Tiffany Blue Box cafe would be coming to Harrods. Me and Kate spent a good few weeks, every Friday (and midnight on Thursday night just in case) trying to book a table. 
They release tables for 2 weeks ahead every 'Friday morning' which we interpreted as 'from midnight onward'.  It was actually more like Friday at 10.32am-ish when the tables were released. I was refreshing my screen every 3 seconds in Manchester and Kate was trying to organise the situation from London. After 3 hours of this, we thought we'd buggered it up but then eventually a miracle happened.
Kate stepped off the tube back into the land of wifi to a mental whatsapp from me in shouty capitals saying 'WE'RE IN'!

Are you and your friends like this? For a little tiny while do you forget about life's actual real problems and step into a world of blissful first world ones like getting a table at Tiffany's in Harrods?!  

Well moving on . . . here are the pics! 



wearing:






The actual eye mask Audrey wore in Breakfast at Tiffany's (oh my gaaahhhhdddddddd!) 


(smug 'yes we got a table' game faces)

Amuse bouche

Unlimited Sandwiches! 
The big apple










Wednesday, 19 February 2020

Up to snow good || Time in Tignes

After a wonderful time in Paris, we drove on to Tignes where a snow blizzard was ever so kindly waiting for us! I've not ski'd since 1999 so a week before we went, we did a mad dash to the Trafford centre.
Adamant that I did not want to be that colourful bright yellow banana rolling down a ski slope, the hunt was on for a monochrome outfit. 
After checking out Topshop Sno and a few sport shops (don't frequent them enough to remember their names) I settled on a Superdry set. Resembling Shamu the whale, at least I am definitely not anywhere near brightly coloured and much easier to lose in the snow . . . great!

The temptation to buy moon boots from Net-A-Porter was strong pre trip. I resisted.
We walked into the ski resort where nearly every shop stocked them so what colour did I go for . . . black and white. 

It was out of my control and sadly was given a pair of BLUE hire ski boots. They don't look it but they really were bright blue. The assistant made it up to me with white ski's . . . phew! 


Snow Shamu






Baguette life










My fabulous instructor Neil of Parallel Lines ski school. Not only did he get me skiing, we had a mini blogger style photoshoot at the top of the Palafour route!


Even at night, the views were magical!