I’ve been luxing low of late. Mr.Luxe has been poorly – chesty cough, dizzy head, ‘less designer, more outlet’ stubble. He’s avoided social outings in favour of home – loafing…
I’ve got FOMO ~ Fear Of Merry Overload It’s that premature time of year again: Invitations to ‘silent night’ shrilled suppers (Already?!) An inbox littered with stocking filler threats The innocent…
I had one too many bellinis with mother luxe on Friday afternoon. The next minute I was sat in a Horsham hair-salon agreeing to a new do and a book of raffle…
I’m winter ready. Officially. I’ve abandoned autumn… And all it’s fine-knit fair-weather wear. I’ve hurled myself straight into a wardrobe fit for a mini break to Moscow. Layers of luxe…
Caribbean call or delete??? – Take one Lady Luxe (and her not quite recovered eating disorder) – Plated on an all-inclusive resort where cocktails punctuate every movement of the sun…