I like the idea of baking my own bread. Of course it's a complete fantasy; like most of my domestic efforts, I'll emerge exhausted and covered in flour with nothing to show for my diligence but a wonky shaped rock hard brick that might be...
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Today is the 8th of the 8th of 2008 and, like some Damien from new and improved Omen V.2, we get to celebrate Elizabeth Arden’s Eight Hour Cream. Except it’s not a cream, it’s more a gel, a thick gel with a strange spicy smell. I...
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I've finally returned from an excessive amount of travel to discover that London's retro scene is really jumping again. A new vintage hairdressers in Bermondsey apparently (more on that once I get to investigate), Nina's Vintage and...
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I'm a beauty product addict but a lot of the stuff I buy just sits there gathering dust because either it doesn't feel right on the skin or the smell isn't quite right or it simply doesn't work. That's why when something does...
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Folklore has it that summer isn't here until the elderflowers are out but, on a day like this, cracking open the elderflower cordial is good enough for me. Cordial is so quintessentially English, I expect to be deported each time I drink it. My...
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I once read somewhere (probably in a glossy magazine read by women whose greatest issue is whether the botox will leak downwards) that sleeping on silk pillows was a good way to keep wrinkles to a minimum. What a dull and stupid reason to sleep on...
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