And so to work…
No bank holiday for us, here in France… Well we had ours last Wednesday… And another one this Wednesday… And one on Thursday in Monaco… But you know. We all work really hard!
It may be sunny outside but the dolls have got on their Monday best, to start the week properly at BOTD Towers.
Office chic doesn’t have to be boring but somehow the dolls have stepped away from their usual slutty funeral chic and opted for something… Well a bit too sensible. Obviously not one of them thought to put their hair up but even so. I might have to insist on Bikini Tuesday tomorrow.
Did someone say slutty funeral chic? That’s totes the look I’m working today in Hull.
Imagine if Beyoncé did turn up to Thatcher’s funeral…. In this outfit. How kerrazy sexy cool?
Maybe Shirley Bassey will turn up in this giant Philip Treacy black lacy pizza hat.
That would be nice.
I hope there is some inappropriate dressing.
Is Lil Kim invited?
I’d go but I wanna check out what Hull Primarni has to offer.
Guess where we went for tea last night….
Nope. Not Pizza Hut.
The brand new London version of the fantabulous New York brasserie.
Picture the scene.
SATC Season 1, (I’m pretty sure) enter Samantha and Carrie.
The girls try to blag their way into the restaurant and Samantha explains to the stone faced girl at the door that they are both ‘kind of somebody’. In the end, it takes Carrie to give the receptionist (apparently the most powerful woman in town) a tampon in the loo. This is all to show how exclusive the restaurant is. Or something.
So we went. Pre-theatre. Not dressed as Sex and the City characters (imagine!).
And we hadn’t booked. Which Mr F always freaks out about.
And we were seated at the bar.
Which was nice.
And it was busy.
No Carrie Bradshaw
No Harper Beckham who has been papped there twice since it opened last month.
(FYI this is my fave Balthazar photo of all time…)
How we laughed..
I ordered some wine which was really
expensive for house wine delicious.
And we looked at the menu.
And it was stupidly expensive. £4.50 for a portion of chips. Well you can imagine Mr F’s reaction.
But I was going for one reason.
Well two if you count pretending I was Carrie Bradshaw.
The reason was the French onion soup (£6?).
Which looked a bit like this…
Thanks Guardian for the image. Here’s the recipe apparently.
And it was amazing. And if I’d had a sandwich beforehand and only ordered half a lager and lime then it would have been a cheap night out.
But it is stupidly overpriced. And even though the staff are possibly the nicest in London, I can’t eat them.
What’s sad is that it could be amazing if it was the same price as Zedel which is only the other end of Soho and is my current fave dining room. You can order whatever you like in there. You know nothing is a million pounds.
Balthazar is just a brasserie. But it’s more expensive than, say, Soho House/Dean St Townhouse which feels way more of a treat.
And I didn’t like the soap. It smelt all soapy. It was Occitane. But not one of the nice smells. Just soap smell and in that Occitane way it lasted all through Act One at the theatre.
But I would go back for the soup.
End of review.
Did you watch?
Did you stay up?
Or did you wake up really early like me and get your sewing kit out, knowing that what Beyoncé wore to the Superbowl would make the perfect Monday morning outfit for the office?
I am so great full for Beyoncé choosing something I could whip up in miniature this morning, without having to hop on the Tube to a haberdashery. She knows there is always leather and lace at BOTD Towers.
And what about my predictions?
Big hair? Wind machine? Check.
Thighs? Check. See above!
Pyros? Brilliantly executed.
Bucks Fizz moment? Check!
Michelle falling over? No but her mic cut out mysteriously… And nobody noticed.
Playlist? Not bad. I do loveEnd of Time. It’s on my gym playlist. You should see me whipping my weave to that one. It’s… Fierce. Baby Boy an odd choice. But whatevs.
No new song! Wise. She’ll do it at the Brits I’m sure.
And wasn’t it great to see the other girls?
Notice my recreation uses the same doll for Michelle and Kelly. One time with straight hair, the other wavy! And the same pair of boots three times! All in one morning, people!
I heart photoshop and clip in fringes.
So does Kelly!
Shall we see a montage of Beyoncé’s best faces?
I’ll try and embed a video but each time I do I get an unsmily face because NFL clearly want/have sole rights. Working on it. In the meantime….
This is the least likely background you would expect to find at Google HQ. But then Google HQ is one of the the least likely places to find me and Barbie on a snowy Monday night in January….
Nope. You don’t quite get the scale or the wackiness. Those chairs behind are enormous felt thrones that went really well with my butch clutch and looked like they had been stolen from the Starship Enterprise.
Show me some more wackiness please.
Ho ho ho. Those Googlers are crazeballs.
So what was I doing there?
Well I’m glad you asked.
Me and Barbie had been invited along to Google HQ for a “training session” with my Handpicked Media family, to learn more about Google+
Now after my Insta-rant at the weekend you might be questioning why I want to get involved with even more social media, but the Google girls made a convincing argument and there was cake and wine so I was sold.
After my Beyoncé inauguration shoot yesterday, I got on with creating my profile page and following people and pages and brands and going round in circles. You can add me! Or plus me? Whatever the kids say these days. I’ve added buttons. I hope. It’s fun!
FYI my look (and Barbie’s) was inspired by Lucy Liu in the first Charlie’s Angels movie…
Me and Lucy could be twins!
So my geek chic went down pretty well. But it was after the presentation when things really hotted up and Barbie got tipsy on the Google water. (Yes really.)
And Barbie decided to strip off!
Much to the delight of the Handpicked gang who couldn’t wait to get snapping…
Pictures courtesy of the beautiful Beauty and the Dirt and the handsome Maketh the Man. You can plus them too. They’ve got buttons for pressing!
Stop the world, I wanna get off!
Apparently it’s the end of the world today which is proving an absolute nightmare, wardrobe-wise.
I mean is there really any point straightening the dolls hair? Or doing amazing gothic Gucci-esque make up?
I guess I didn’t really need to go to the gym this morning either if it’s all gonna end, but then I thought, well let’s make the effort. The lace dress is a reworking of a BOTD fave and as it’s a special occasion Amber has opted for a feather headdress. This outfit has a lot of nip-slip potential. I may have to put some of the more risqué pictures on Instagram…. (Right before I delete my account.) Saying that, more nipples is one of my resolutions for 2013 if we make it through today
The world only ends once so I might as well slap on some make up and dress up faboosh!
Airport airport airport.
Rush rush rush.
Tickets. Money. Passport.
We raced to the airport this morning, late for the flight. Not easy when you have done nothing but eat dough and cheese all weekend.
Don’t pretzel my buttons!
It has been a super fun weekend. Shamazeballs in fact.
So Nicole rocked an amazing leather dress on tonight’s X Factor…
Fifty Shades of Woah! They said show us your poppies not show us your puppies, Nic!
What nobody realised about her dress was that it actually came with am emergency rip cord….
Go on then. Pull it!
Cocktail party to red carpet. Bam. Just like that. You know you want one too.
Should I do a stroppy sandal special?
Yes. Yes I should! I’ll put it on my never ending things to do list.
X Ray vision!
Love this picture whizzed through my magic app. One week on from LBJ action.
There’s that gorgeous black clutch. But now it’s white! Magic!
Close up on bag!
I want that clutch in every colour! But it’s black. It’s by Tim Gunn. I’m obsessed!
What about the shoes?
The black Louboutins. But in negative. So now they’re white. He should rerelease them. He should do another Barbie collaboration. More shoes for everyone!
Less coffee for me perhaps?