Getting over Summer

It is that time of year again. The leaves are falling - and girls everywhere - feel the need to buck the falling temperatures, in denial over their fading summer tans, and ready to conquer the end of Flip Flop Season (or No Socks Ballets Season) by, turning the shade of the aforementioned falling leaves.

Its Fall Fake Tan Season. And I'm falling big time for it. There is something pretty satisfying about waltzing out the door, bundled in the latest cashmere slash cashmerey-lamb-blend tunic dress, with the thick tights, the baggy long scarf, and a tan that quite frankly belongs either in San Tropez or San Moritz.

Somehow, it just makes the having to wear a big warm coat over your finest evening slink a little more bearable.

London Girl

Its nearly 6pm on a Friday night here in London. Its a cold grey October day, the leaves are falling and the street lamps are beginning to be switched on. My tiny, shoebox apartment is cosy. I type on a Mac (the white one, not the silver). Music is playing, and all in all - its a very unusual Friday night. Normally at this time, London Girl would be found in a bar after work - laughing with colleagues, drinking a Napa full of white wine, and not caring too much about the effects of the day on her hair or makeup.

We work hard, and Friday evening drinks after a week at the office are where we are at our most relaxed, that first G&T slips down and the smiles start... The fact is, most London After Work Bars are pretty scuzzy. I bucked and brayed against trading up my Manhattan cocktail bars and black dresses for £12 bottles of wine in places in London with sticky tables... You know, it works though, because the cocktail bars in in NYC are the equivalent of the After Work Bar in London - the reason being, bars in NYC are not the same as bars in London.

I am late - as ever, and have to go - make myself look fabulous, its Friday night after all.

She Who Loves Shoes

99 cents coffee

Its my favourite type of coffee. Actually, its usually the $1.25 coffee as to get going in the morning I need a mini vat of Joe. I used to live in Manhattan - and now in London. This blog is about life in both, for a girl who loves coffee, runs late, who is torn between looking pretty damn hot (with the shoes and bronzer) and then simply terrible (without the coffee and not having time to blow dry her hair).

I hope you smile reading this, and that you identify with some of the thoughts in this blog. Its hard being fabulous all the time in these two extremely fabulous cities, especially when you finally figured one out (London), move to the other one (NYC) and, by a painful process of extensive waxing and trading beer for martinis - you become a grade A native, only to move back to the other (London) and be back at square one again....

This blog is for all the great gals making it in these two great cities - may you smile each morning as you run to work grabbing your coffee.

She Who Loves Shoes