I’ve always said, if there is one thing I’d pay someone to do it’s to pack for me for holiday. Since having kids this desire has grown, the sheer amount of clobber you have to take with you just makes…

I hope you’ll indulge me in a little diversion from fashion to tell you, briefly, about our family holiday last week. The notion of a holiday changes, somewhat, with the arrival of children. I no longer spend hours choosing the…

Can you believe it, Daisy is two years old and she’s never been to the beach? (Unless you count a cold wintry day in Brighton). She’s watched the changing of the guard, played in the garden at the Science Museum…

The truth of the matter is that as parents occasionally we fail our children. Though I hate to admit it, there are so often things I’d rather be doing than marvelling at a stone or practising going up/down a step for…

After a crazily busy few weeks in the world of fashion, Dr. Husband, Daisy and I took a well-earned break to the country. No mobile phone signal, tick, no Tesco’ Express, tick, just acres and acres of beautiful moorland. Don’t…