Archive - July, 2013

29.07.13 My Weekend: Karine Candice Köng from Bodie and Fou

my weekend: karine candice köng

Welcome to a new series showing the fleeting moments of often the most precious of times. The days people long for, those ones that seem to pass by quicker than the rest. Friday, Saturday, Sunday. The weekend.

Meet Karine, who founded the beautifully simple yet stylish online shop and mail order catalogue Bodie and Fou with her sister Elodie. She’s a French beauty with an eye for design, a love of bikram yoga, good food and good times with her family. She lives in London with her partner Steve and little girl Mila.

my weekend: Karine from Bodie and Fou

Karine: Now the sunshine has hit we are really making the most of our weekends so we have been going on a few mini ‘staycations’. We have recently been to North Devon an then this weekend we headed of to the Welsh coast.

A day at work on Friday means working on orders, marketing and getting our Summer Sale finalised.

my weekend: Karine from Bodie and Fou

my weekend: Bodie and fou

my weekend: bodie and fou

After work we packed up the car and headed to the coast for the weekend.

My partner, Steve, daughter Mila and I spent the weekend surfing, horse riding, relaxing and eating yummy fresh food.

my weekend: Karine from Bodie and Fou

my weekend: Karine from Bodie and Fou

my weekend: Karine from Bodie and Fou

my weekend: Karine from Bodie and Fou

We headed back on Sunday wind swept, sea soaked, exhausted but full of summer joy. Ready for another week in the office working on photoshoots, curating the next collection for Autumn / Winter.

(All images provided by Karine.)

Thank you for sharing your weekend with us. The beautiful weather makes such a difference to a great beach break.

You can view the current collection of carefully curated fashion and lifestyle wonder at Bodie and Fou.

If you loved Karine’s weekend, check out more of her beautiful lifestyle over at the Bodie and Fou blog and Pinterest pages or check out their news from facebook here.

 

 

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26.07.13 A New Series: My Weekend & My Morning

So I thought it was about time I shook things up around here so I’ve been working hard on a new series showcasing my favourite bits of life. Mornings and Weekends.

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Mornings are special to me because they represent those moments as the world wakes up, as my family wakes up, often foggy eyed and sleepy, often the time when they look the most beautiful to me and say the most interesting things. After a good night’s sleep the world seems a better place and the morning offers a day of possibility…anything could happen. I like to see how others approach their morning. What they ate, said, did. At what point did they get dressed? Did they make the bed? And my favourite question of all…what time did they wake/get up?!

And of course those elusive but beautiful words so many people love to hear. ‘Weekend.’ A series showing the fleeting moments of often the most precious of times. The days people long for, those ones that seem to pass by quicker than the rest. Friday, Saturday, Sunday. The weekend.

week·end

[week-end, -end] Show IPA
noun

1.

the end of a week, especially the period of time between Friday evening and Monday morning: We spent the weekend at Virginia Beach.
2.

this period as extended by one or more holidays, days off, or the like, that immediately precede or follow: We’re getting a three-day weekend at Christmas.
3.

any two-day period taken or given regularly as a weekly rest period from one’s work: I have to work at the hospital on Saturdays and Sundays, so I take my weekends on Tuesdays and Wednesdays.
adjective

4.

of, for, or on a weekend: a weekend pass; a weekend excursion.
verb (used without object)

5.

to pass the weekend, as at a place: They weekended at their country place.
Origin:
1875–80; week + end1
Dictionary.com Unabridged
Based on the Random House Dictionary, © Random House, Inc. 2013.

 

On Monday we start with our first weekend fun from Karine Candice Köng from Bodie and Fou. I can’t wait to share it with you.

Have a great weekend.

Tracey x

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24.07.13 40 days of Dating… For when you get bored of talking and reading about kids.

So I’m not sure how or why I jumped on this link entitled 40 days of dating. Find the rules here. It’s basically a diary of events and thoughts of two friends who decided to do an experiment of dating each other for 40 days. It confused me a little at first, with some random video’s of stuff being poured on their heads ( I’ll just put this down to random artyness and the cool factor) but then I realised I had to go back to the start.  (Now imagine me singing …’oh take me back to the start’- Coldplay)

40 days of dating

Top image by Osvaldo Ponton.

It was then that I became addicted. So I then read everyday up until day 16. Let me tell you it’s like getting halfway through your favourite box set and realising they haven’t realised the last few episodes yet. Instead you have to wait each day for the instalment to drop. In my case, until after mid day because it’s written by New Yorkers. Can you feel my pain?

The long and the short of it is…if you have had enough of hearing/reading/talking about kids – read this. Light relief it may not be, but it is damn interesting and the site is beautifully put together into cool typography episodes per day.

So take a look, then come back and tell me what you think!

It’s even making me think of starting a 40 day project…any ideas?

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23.07.13 It’s a boy! Now what to name him?

No, not for me but huge congratulations for Prince William and Kate.

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(My Sebby on their wedding day.)

The only thing with being famous and popular and more importantly Royal, is the name you pick will have meaning for a very long time. If this baby indeed becomes King one day, I’m not sure that they have completely free choice to name him whatever they like. I can only imagine there is tradition and protocol when you become a Royal wife, which inevitably narrows your choices.

The bookies think George, Henry (Prince Harry’s real name), William and James are favourites but I would love to see them pick something slightly off the favourites. Personally I think Sebastian would make the perfect choice ;)!

Oh the pressure for William and  Kate to get it right must be intense. I just hope they pick a name they love.

I wonder what the odds for Sebastian Henry are?

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12.07.13 Lola’s Summer Bunting Birthday Cake

horse birthday cake

There’s something special about a birthday where the sun shines. A proper Summer birthday. Celebrations are easy and yet so stylish with just a little effort.

A white tablecloth, some pretty garden ‘weeds’ thrown into shot glasses, some white bunting, pom poms, a few random animals for fun and a cake. Perfect for a 2 year old.

Horse birthday cake

weeds as flowers in shot glasses

shire horse

Summer birthday party

birthday candles

I love the simplicity of this cake. I always make a cake for my kid’s birthdays. It means I commit to making at least 3 cakes per year. Not bad, except if you’re busy the week of the birthday, fitting in ‘cake making’ can be tricky.

I find the key is to make the cake one evening…takes maximum of 2 hours, and decorate it the next day or evening. If you are pushed for time I always think simple (like this cake) is best.

I loved this cake and thought it would be easy to decorate. I iced my cake with my best ‘work out how much i need as I go along’ buttercream method, which I stained pink.

For the Buttercream:

Roughly 250g – 500g of good quality unsalted butter

Icing Sugar…this is up to you how much and depends on how firm you like it to be. Roughly 250-750g.

Vanilla essence – 1 tsp

A few tsp of milk or water to balance the consistency.

Beat the butter til smooth and whippy. Sieve in your icing sugar. As much as you like until the consistency and taste is how you prefer. Add a tsp of vanilla extract. Add a few tsp of milk or water until you have the perfect spreading consistency. Colour if required. (I recommend pastes over liquid colour.)

I made the bunting by cutting triangles out of a large width piece of ribbon and glued it to 2 kebab wooden skewers. I stabbed them into the cake, added an horse with wings for fun and made an age word template for my edible glitter. Glitter is key. It takes an average ‘meh’ cake to show stopping extravaganza…well something like that anyway.

creating-a-word-template-for-a-cake

P.S. For the record I always make my sponge cakes according to Nigella’s Victoria Sponge ‘bung it all in the food processor and whizz’ recipe. Rocket science it is not and it always tastes Amazeballs!

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05.07.13 Born on the 4th July…well 5th actually. A birth story

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Maybe it’s something about having more than one child, three in this case, that I cannot always remember their birth dates without thinking about it for a few seconds first.

Lola especially. We were induced on the 4th July and I always remember thinking ‘well this will be easy…born on the fourth of July.’ Except she wasn’t and now my brain goes…’oh wait it was the fifth.’

Lola. This story is for you.

pregnant Tracey from Chalkboard living

pregnancy induction

pregnancy induction

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The short version

They decided to induce me on your due date in case you grew too big. Seb was a chunk at 10lb 11.5oz and got stuck on the way out. They thought the same might happen to you so we agreed to give it a go, just in case. I had been having acupuncture to prepare my body. Your brother and sister were both 2 weeks over and I felt sure your due date was probably 2 weeks before you would have come out on your own.

I didn’t let them break my waters in the morning when we went in, as I wanted to go with the most gentle of nudges, so they put in some pessary gel instead. We waited. We played scrabble. I won. I had all the time in the world.

It was 7pm before they decided something was happening even though it was the mildest of sensation for me. The day floor was shutting so they moved us to a private room on the new labour ward until someone could come and check me out. By 9pm I knew I was in labour. They didn’t want me too have a waterbirth as they wanted to monitor me so I sat on the ball, rocked and rolled around, hypnobirth breathing and hanging out with your dad. It was pretty chilled. I said I was happy to have an epidural because I had done this all natural twice before and I knew what was coming at the end! …But I was fine just rocking around for now. They wanted to break my waters but your head was still really high up and they were worried in case your cord fell down before your head, which is basically a big problem as you would have suffocated your own air supply. They waited and gave me the straight talking details.

-checking the labour ward was quiet, they had a surgery ready, a crash team ready. That they would break my waters. If your cord came down first I was to turn on my front on all fours (like a dog), she would put her hand inside to hold your head away from the cord, rush me to surgery, put me under general and pop you out via emergency C Section. It sounds a bit dramatic but was actually pretty relaxed. I liked their honest approach and the fact they actually had a plan B.

Just before midnight you had moved down a fair bit and so they broke my waters. I was about 7cm dilated. They said you had a lot of hair.  I remember the lovely gush of warm water trickling down my legs every time I had a contraction, as I was sitting back on the ball, rocking around again. They couldn’t get a clear trace and made me sit up on the bed. I don’t remember much after that except one of the girls saying to the other ‘ I wouldn’t leave if I were you I’d get your gloves.’

I never did get a chance to think about the epidural. Out you came 12. 47am. What a relief! You were beautiful and dark haired like me when i was born, tinged with purple due to your quick escape.

A girl! We were shocked. We only had a definite name for a boy, Felix. I sat there dumbstruck in wonderland, shocked that i had done it again. A feeling of superhuman strength washed over me. A feeling that if I could do that, I could do anything. It really is an indescribable experience and I am making a hash job of it right now.

Maybe I don’t need words anyway. You were here. Life was great. You were the missing piece in our puzzle. You completed us.

The birth was easy compared to naming you. Kitty told the teachers at nursery we called you Peaches so we got some cards that day ‘Congratulations on the birth of baby Peaches.’  We came close to including it in your name somewhere but we didn’t. You will always be remembered as Lola Peaches to us though.

Happy birthday my sweet Lola. Born on the …5th July. xx

 

 

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