Snow-tastic!

Only one week to go until the snow holiday of joy - although it's sod's law that the sky is chucking down bucket loads of the white stuff like its life depended on it. If the weather here throws our flight on Saturday morning into jeopardy I will not be happy - it took many agonising hours of research to find the perfect destination - weather, don't fail us now.
So La Rosiere was finally chosen as the setting for our snowy antics - we managed to get a fab deal staying in a chalet close to the lifts. The bonus is that it's fully catered - although that could also prove to be the only downside, as we'll all come back like barrels (especially when I wrote 'cheese and wine' under the dietary requirements section).

Yesterday, I entered eight competitions - let's hope I can tick 'Win Something' off the list...

Long Live McQueen

I was saddened to hear about the death of Lee McQueen.

His iconic creations are the reason I live and breathe fashion, and to lose him in such a tragic way and at such an early age is heartbreaking. Many people think suicide to be a selfish act, and in some ways you have to agree - but it was also desperately courageous. Anyone who has lost someone close to them knows the feeling of heart-wrenching emptiness, combine this with manic depression and maybe it's easier to understand why he felt like he had no choice.

I hope that wherever he is now, he is happy.

It does begs the question about what Gucci will now do with the brand - can Alexander McQueen carry on without the man who made it? I have no doubt that he inspired many proteges, but he is irreplaceable - they would need to have a complete change in direction and focus in order to avoid rolling out sub-standard creations.

Long Live McQueen. xx

Rubbish Blogger

I have been so lazy this week. No blog, no Twitter and not much Facebook either - although that's only due to a massive Blackberry fail. The rest is the result of a stinking cold, which I'm blaming on the detox. I have decided to abandon the juice part of the detox in favour of merely eliminating alcohol for a month, which has proved successful so far, although next week will be the big test, with leaving do's galore. I can't believe I've completed my final full week at Harvey Nichols - it's so strange - everyone's asking me if I'm excited, but I just can't be until I feel comfortable that everything's done. There's still so much to do though, aaaargh!
I took a giant leap towards learning to snowboard (No.5) on Friday with a three-hour lesson at Xscape. I was pretty impressed with how much I had remembered and how surprisingly confident I was considering it's two years since our gorgeous trip to Avoriaz. I was on t'big slope in no time, and was feeling pretty cocky until I decked it in a huge way. Still, it was mildly less embarrassing than when I got my jacket/pants/both caught on the button lift and I got yanked up the slope backwards by my arse.
Emma and I have decided to enrol in a military fitness class at Roundhay Park. I'm not quite sure what it is about being yelled at by some huge army dude that appeals (erm.. nothing), but we both want to tone up for Glastonbury (all paid for - whoop!) and figure if we're both doing it then there's more chance we'll stick with it. Anyway, what could be more fun at 9am on a Saturday than sprinting around a muggy, freezing park with scaffolding chained to your ankles. That was clearly a retorical question - even having needles pushed down my fingernails sounds like a slightly more tempting option. But committed we are - you never know, I could end up ticking off No.3...