I am slightly obsessed with morning time and specifically my morning routine. I have become quite structured and deliberate about how I want to set up my day and have reached the point where having a good morning routine is key to setting me up for a great day. It hasn’t always been like this and it doesn’t always follow a similar pattern but taking time to focus on myself in the mornings has of late become my self-care mantra and I even have a Pinterest board dedicated to my morning ritual. Continue reading “My morning routine”
When I think back on my stay at the Carmel Valley Ranch, it was the sunrise yoga class that made my heart sing. It had rained overnight and this was considered unusual for the dry valley climate. The air felt damp and mossy but cleaner and less dusty after the smoke from the recent bush fires further up the coast. Continue reading “Sunrise yoga at Carmel Valley Ranch, California”
The Spa at Shutters on the Beach is all about the backdrop. The hotel opens out onto the world famous Santa Monica beach with its quintessential Californian blue ocean rollers, along with lifeguard towers and quirky boardwalk activity. The Spa incorporates the relaxed LA vibe perfectly and inside its cosy interior, there is a fusion of shells and beach style furnishings making you feel like the spa and beach are one. Continue reading “Sun, Sea and Spa at Shutters on the Beach LA”
I found myself in Manhattan one Sunday morning in September and decided to join a Photographing New York Tour with NYC Photosafari. I had my trusty Canon EOS 1300D with me and had packed my regular 24 X 70mm lens suitable for pretty much any shot – or so I figured. The meeting point was at Pershing Square and our party of three soon set off to start shooting the iconic New York land marks. Zim our tour lead and tutor was an expert professional photographer, a straight talking alley cat if ever there was one, adept at crouching, craning and angling to take full advantage of how to take excellent abstract shots of the urban metropolis. Zim wisecracked with steely intent that her only tour rule for photographing New York was that we weren’t allowed to shoot pigeons or squirrels. The way she said it, you kind of knew that she meant it. Continue reading “Photographing New York – images and impressions”
On a busy Saturday afternoon in New York, I decided to steal away for some quiet and calm at MNDFL, having heard about it on MindBodyGreen. The uber chic center for mindfulness offers drop in meditation classes on the hour and it seemed like the perfect opportunity to give my overloaded mind some tender loving care.
MNDFL offers an excellent online booking service where you literally book your cushion for each scheduled class. The cool interior complete with bolster pillow and matching grey mat is set against white bare walls and light wooden floors. Our meditation teacher Marisa calmly opened the class equating the breath as your own personal best friend. She encouraged the class to use the breath as a constant guide no matter what was going on in our lives.
I am trying to get into the habit of a daily walk. I have signed up for a team walking challenge in work and I am currently attached to my fitbit while I count my steps feverishly for the month of October. I thought if I could do 10,000 steps daily I would be knocking it out of the park but alas some days I realise I am well short of my 10,000 step goal. Its not that I don’t like walking, in fact I find it fabulous for clearing my head or as my mother says ‘cleaning the plaque’. This time last year, with time on my hands, I walked all the time, however I’ve noticed of late that I am struggling to fit it in.
I have just received delivery of a new pair of Uggs. Cosy, chunky, timeless, unglamorous Uggs – in cream. Not of course that the colour matters, Uggs are the one fashion staple that quite frankly work in every colour. For years I avoided them, I knew instinctively that my husband would abhor them and that they would do nothing for my figure or my wardrobe, but one Winter I relented and now I haven’t looked back. To be clear, I will never wear them outside the house, these are for my private indulgence only. Arriving home from work in the evenings, I drop bag and coat, kick off heels, pull on my cashmere leggings and sink my tired feet into my yummy Uggs. What happened to your pencil skirt and heels my husband whines as I scrap my hair into a lopsided bun. Not tonight darling I murmer as I saunter off to the kitchen with happy feet.