My Boyfriend's Back And There's Gonna be Trouble....

Fine, he's my husband. But at least you have a fun song stuck in your head now! And don't worry, no trouble. No trouble at all!

Anypoop, Monday night my friend Amelia came over for a little dinner and tv sesh!  Kept me entertained right up to bedtime and then I woke up to a text from Mr. LaPoo from a cab on his way home from Heathrow.  This was followed by an email from Purple PR inviting me in for an interview.  All very sudden and exciting.  Went in yesterday afternoon and found myself in the middle of their press day.  Cupcakes, clothes, fabulous people and all!  Finally felt back in the world I belong.  Interview went well I think.  Job would be amazing and scary, so we will see what happens next!

Hey Na Hey Na my boyfriend's back!

My So-Called Weekend

Let's face it, every day is a Saturday for me. That's it.  Not trying to show-off, just telling it like it is.  Nevertheless, I still get excited for a delightful weekend.  Thursday night, (I know not really the weekend. Try and keep up.) went to dinner with my friend Gina for pe-king duck at the Four Seasons in Bayswater.  Not the hotel.  Think cheaper and a little less pool time.  The duck was delish, could have come out a bit warmer, but the price was definitely right. Friday night I decided to stay in, as it was rainy and gross, and in the spirit of plaid flannel shirts making a comeback this season, I settled in on the couch for a My So-Called Life marathon and some thai food from my fave delivery place Yello.  Fifteen years later and I still cry like a baby at the end of the Boiler Room episode.  There will never be another show that is as perfect and relevant and real for me.  I heart.  Saturday my friends Liz and Sonia came over for a sleepover party.  Strawberry daiquiris, Bill Granger's fish tacos, Twilight, popcorn and homemade ice cream sandis!  Nuff said.  Capped things off on Sunday checking out the gorgeous new bookshop on Kensington Park Road, Lutyens & Rubinstein, followed by a scrum burger at Lucky Seven on Westbourne Park Road.  Done and done.

http://www.ukfourseasons.com/
http://www.yelothai.com/
http://www.lucky7london.co.uk/   
http://www.vogue.co.uk/blogs/the-vogue-blog/articles/091026-lutyens-and-rubinstein-book-shop.aspx

A LaPoo's Interview's Muse

Can I just start off by by telling you how much I LOVE my cleaning lady?  Not in a it's so hard to find good help these days kind of a way (although it totally is), but in a just I really love her.  She's Polish (shocker.  Is that bad to say? Deal with it.) She's super cute and thin and pretty and can't be older than 25.  Yesterday morning I was frantically getting ready for an interview while she was here, and as I was leaving she looked at my thoughtfully and said, "OH! You look really great.  Have a good day." It's like she knew.  Of course, I was only meeting with a recruiter about a PR job with a fashion company nobody has ever heard of that I didn't really want in the first place, but STILL.  I mean that goes well above and beyond the duty of cleaning my kitchen.  Email me if you want her info.  You know, to clean your flat.  Or just to hang out and compliment you all day. 

ANYPOO, the meeting with the Dumb and Dumber Agency was a complete waste of time, as they knew nothing about fashion and spent 45 minutes asking me asinine questions like, "So when you did beauty PR that must have mainly been juggling a lot of different products right?"  Uh what?  The best moment, though, belonged to me.  Recruiter number 1 walked in and said, "Hi.  You must be Sophie.  I'm Nick."  To which I responded, "Hi. I'm Sophie." Nailed it.  If I do get the job, Nick promised there'd be a clothing allowance in it for me.  Check out above what this lucky lady could be wearing next season! Jerks.

Anthropologie Homework

Yesterday I met my friend Liz for lunch, if you can call three crackers and two slices of turkey breast a meal, and then we made our fave rounds.  Went to APC on Dover Street, where I loved EVERYTHING, but could buy nothing.  Then....we stumbled upon the new Anthropologie store on Regent Street.  WOW.  I'm a fan in general of Anthropologie.  I do often find the clothes to be hit or miss and a bit trying to hard to be 1940's bohemian gardener chic, but I always love their home stuff and the vibe of the store.  Well, this first attempt in London gets a solid TWO thumbs of up from Liz and me.  First of all, it is HUGE, and every inch is carefully fitted out to a stunning standard.  The Living Wall of plants is amazing and sustainable through rain water that falls from the room. I mean...!  As for the clothes, I actually found a LOT of stuff that I loved.  Was a bit pricey, which I often find true in the states too, but nevertheless I left feeling VERY upset that I couldn't buy anything.   Especially loved several items by the brand leifsdottir.  Just makes me want to find a job that much more.  Not that I only want to work to sustain my shopping habit....SHHH!  Three more sleeps 'till Mr. LaPoo returns! YAY!!

Back to Life...Back to Reality

Finally stepped back into the real world yesterday and left the flat!  Brought two big bags full of Mr. LaPoo's reject clothes to Retro Man for consignment.  For my New Yorker friends, Retro Man is kinda like INA, but not nearly as nice.  Maybe it's just me, but I always take consignment appointments super personally. Like when they don't take an item of clothing I want to know WHY?  What it's not GOOD enough?  PRADA isn't good enough for you?  They did, however, take a certain floral black and white Miu Miu shirt off our hands, so I can't really complain.  Mr. LaPoo went through a mild Eurotrash phase a couple years back, what can I tell you?  Anyway, all in all it was pretty successful.  THEN, I  decided to make myself once more presentable and got a mani pedi down at Kensington Nails.  Went with Chanel Nail Colour Vendetta.  A dreamy deep purple. On my walk home I passed the new cupcake shop, The Cupcake Company on Kensington Church Street.  So timely, as I just finished reading The Age of The Cupcake in the December issue of British Vogue.  I'm thinking I might need to do some research of my own on the matter this weekend. Do stay tuned.  I'm BACK BABY!   Things can only get better from here!

Special Delivery

I went to bed terrified last night that I was going to have to review a 12 year old episode of Party of Five for today's post since I did absolutely nothing yesterday. Yes I'm still sick.  BUT, thankfully, just before going to sleep I spoke to my friend Elizabeth in NYC, who had a great little tidbit to share.  

Seems Elizabeth's roommate has started dating her company's fedex guy.  I mean that in itself is AWESOME, but it gets better.  Shall we do this Gawker style with points? Why not? (If you don't know Gawker, it's the best. Check it out at www.gawker.com.)

-Fedex guy's name is Anthony, from Brooklyn.  +8. What else would it be?

-Anthony wears a fanny pack.  +10. And, to quote Elizabeth's email, "He doesn't wear it as part of his uniform.  Just on the weekends and stuff to go out." Weekend usage.  +2.

- Anthony and roommate Denise leave handles of vodka all over the kitchen.  On Monday night they had "PB&J sandis with bananas, a glass of milk and then chased it down with a vodka cranberry." +5.  Oh and who is named Denise anymore? Brings me straight back to the Huxtable residence.  +7.

-Anthony doesn't like crust on his bread, so Denise removes it for him. +5

-Elizabeth hears slapping noises coming from Denise's room while she's trying to watch TV at night. Dirty sex. +4. Dirty Sex when they know roommate is just outside their door. +2.  The fact that Elizabeth wasn't so much bothered by this, but more jealous.  +10

-And finally, Anthony calls Elizabeth Jen most of the time.  Is it just me or is there NOTHING better than when somebody gets a name wrong? +100.

TOTAL: 153

Foxy Time

A couple weeks ago Mr. LaPoo and I were at a the Electric Cinema and the trailer for Fantastic Mr. Fox came on, after which I turned to my loving husband beaming...

“No” was all he said.

“But it’s an all star cast!”

“It’s a cartoon.”

“Wes ANDERSON!” 

Well, my little friends, Mr. LaPoo is now away on business.  AND even though I am still deathly ill, I found it an opportune time to do something social with the gal pals last night.  You guessed it – dinner and a movie! I made a lovely chicken, asparagus and parmesan risotto, and a spinach salad with goats cheese, pear and homemade cayenne carmelized pecans.  For dessert you ask?  With a SINUS INFECTION, I managed to throw together some delish peanut butter chocolate chip cookies!  

The movie portion of the evening was also a resounding two thumbs up!  Who knew Wes Anderson's dry humor and disjointed style, which I love by the way, would work so well with an animated kid's story?  Totally felt Jason Schwartzmen stole the show - love it when he speaks really softly.  ALSO, happened to notice in the credits that Mario Batali and Adrien Brody had "cameos" as Rabbit and Field Mouse respectively.   Well played Mr. Anderson.  Well played.