London Fashion Week

Well, there is lots of exciting news to report on. So much news in fact, and so little time. It is London Fashion Week and at the best of times that means small amounts of sleep, time to yourself and mental sanity. Doing all of this and being 7 months pregnant is a new challenge altogether. Having said that, the Topshop venue for this season (it hosts many of the coolest shows) is on the old Eurostar platform at Waterloo and because it's a proper walk up they've put on a golf buggy for people like me, people who need to conserve their legs. The buggy whizzed me up at 10am yesterday morning to see the Mary Katrantzou show, above. For me, it was the best of the week so far. I sat there, enormous bump not quite obscuring my view, and longed to have a waist again. It was a thrilling show, but not nearly as thrilling as what happened on Friday. Numero Uno Bumpette, you know her, the one due in October, well she popped!!! She popped early and now there is a gorgeous Benjamin Rafael Hidalgo in the world. Hello lovely little boy. After an extremely tiring day yesterday I was soothed by some cuddles and funny, squeaky animal noises. The ex-bumpette (I'm still mourning her pregnancy) is doing well, and still laughing despite the tiredness. I obviously got a blow by blow run down of the birth. It was a long one, but everyone emerged healthy and crying (baby in a reassuring way, ex-Bumpette because it all got a bit much when she saw her boy for the first time), and now they are happily settled at home and learning the ropes quickly.
Also this weekend, Darling Darling Husband painted the baby's room. I have before and after shots for a future blog entry, but he's a perfectionist and has some retouching to do before I'm allowed to upload the images. It's been a crazy weekend and now I'm heading back to the Eurostar platform for more fashion madness.