From The Archive: 2016

The year of travel- from Aus to Africa- as well as some of my favourite ever photos, I hope 2016 brings a small dose of wanderlust (and fashion inspiration if not)!


A Night At The Dorchester

and feeling very fancy indeed…

If you had of told Liv of 2011- the one writing blog posts from her sixth form common room, posting outfit photos from her grubby back garden wall (which has now been painted, FYI) and worrying about UCAS applications, that in five years she’d be invited to stay at The Dorchester (definitely not a time for a blasé ‘casual’ here)- she’d have probably rolled her eyes and said ‘look, we’re not doing creative writing anymore lol’ (which is teenage English Lit student speak for ‘I don’t believe you’).

As I was checking Facebook the other day, I realised it was exactly 5 years ago since I was celebrating my 18th birthday at The Dorchester with afternoon tea with my mum. Things were incredibly different at this time (and things had also been difficult)- so being able to celebrate a special birthday somewhere so amazing was the perfect treat and escape from things. Five years on and my mum and I found ourselves in the same plush Parlour sipping sugary Earl Grey and dousing scones in jam once again- it’s funny how things work out isn’t it? With a bedroom at the hotel promised for the evening, as well as a spa appointment and dinner at the restaurant- it a truly special (and surreal) staycation and the perfect way to spend a girlie afternoon (even if we’d just got our nails did this gal would have been happy).

The bedroom was everything out of my Sophia-Coppola inspired dreams and more. Any bed that has a canopy feels only suitable for a queen, and with fluffy slippers next to the bed and our own dining area (which I insisted we unnecessarily take advantage of)- it was undoubtably one of the most special rooms I’ve had the pleasure of resting my head (although I would have quite happily stayed up and soaked it all in until the early hours too). Naturally we put on The Addams family to mark the occasion.

With the following morning spent with breakfast in bed (well, on a fancy table near the bed)- we popped on our dressing gowns (the first rule of any hotel stay and tucked in to berries, eggs, granola and juice. Let’s just say if every Monday started like that I wouldn’t protest too much…

Okay- so a night at The Dorchester is certainly a one off special occasion (that I doubt I’ll be fortunate enough to repeat any time soon)- but if you are in London and in search of the perfect afternoon escape, I can whole heartedly recommend their classic British afternoon tea (and perhaps a cheeky manicure too if you’re feeling particularly plush)! When in London after all…

Many thanks to The Dorchester for having us for the evening!


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