Apart from the six months that I spent semi-living in the Westin Jersey City last year and my three years at university, I’ve only ever lived in London. Even when I was at university, I was only a 45 minute train journey away and our terms were so short that I spent less than half the year away from home.
One of the things that’s become more important to me as I’ve got older is looking and, more importantly, feeling well. While we were on holiday at the start of June, I said to my boyfriend that I wanted to make sure that we were as healthy as we could be this summer and to really focus on eating right, getting a reasonable amount of exercise/sleep and taking the time to chill the eff out before the inevitable craziness of autumn wedding stress kicks in. Of course, as soon as I said this, I condemned myself to a couple of weeks of various low-level but annoying illnesses (and some prolonged celebrations for my mother’s 60th birthday party which tool the toll that you might expect) but you can’t really expect anything else from life I guess.
This gorgeous cake comes from a book that I’ve been eagerly anticipating for months, if not years. Kate and I started our blogs on almost exactly the same day back in 2011 and over the years that we’ve been blogging, we’ve become firm friends in real life. The more that Kate and I have got to know each other, the more that we’ve found that we have in common (quite apart from our love of cake). We grew up relatively close to each other in London and have a number of mutual friends. I’d put money on us both have being at some of the same terrible teenage parties.