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.
With only 24 hours in London while on route to LA, I stopped off in the Dorchester Spa for an emergency mani & pedi having parked myself in the hotel for the night. The Dorchester located in the heart of Mayfair, is part of the luxurious Dorchester collection and includes many swish 5 star establishments like the Hotel Principe di Savoia, in Milan which readers you may recall I recently reviewed!
The Dorchester Spa is chic and glamorous and offers a selection of treatments and an option for lunch at the Spatisserie if you want to make a day out of it. The entrance includes a shimmering chandelier with a mix of cream and silver furnishings for extra bling as well as enthusiastic and charming staff to assist.
I always dreamed of having my own yoga space at home. When I was training to be a Yoga teacher, I would go to a class at least 4 times a week, where the structured environment allowed me to focus. The problem of course was that it felt like I was going to class because I had to, not because I wanted to. One thing I never fully mastered, was simply being able to practise yoga on my own at home.
It was the draw of pretty Cornwall that made me sign up for the trip, that and the knowledge that my wise photography teacher was hopefully going to calmly reintroduce me to my camera and tripod. But by the time I arrived in Lands End, it was already dark and having listened to my taxi driver regale me with Cornish folklore all the way from Newquay airfield, I was beginning to have my doubts. With my kit bag and luggage, I stumbled out of the car, to howling wind and the crashing sound of the sea that most certainly was registering on the Beaufort scale. I was back with Light and Land for a photography tour around Cornwall as well as some tutoring on printing techniques. I had last been in Cornwall in 2006, for a culinary tour of Rick Steins eateries, now here I was in a rain jacket and hiking boots thinking oh my God where have I landed.
After an intense week of meetings in and around Palo Alto, I finally coaxed myself into doing what I had been meaning to do for ever and visit a local yoga class. Whilst there were several listed in the area, I liked the look of Samyama yoga and decided to book an uber and attend their Saturday morning Vinyasa Flow. The class was already in session as I crept into the back row in my bare feet on white wooden floorboards. In fact the whole room was white with a large shell shaped yoga room, complete with mood lightening, floor to ceiling windows, and a feature ripple effect wall at the front of the class. This shala was most certainly on the chic side of the scale.
While in Switzerland last year, I was introduced to one of the worlds top Spa consultants and over an interesting exchange, he offered me several insider tips on city spas around the globe. And so when I was last visiting San Francisco based on his recommendation, I took the opportunity to visit the International Orange Spa on Fillmore Street, located in Pacific Heights and close to Union Square.