Marshmallows & Merlot

Hubby and I have just declared our current 10-day getaway in Hermanus our second honeymoon. Not that there was anything wrong with our first... it's just that since we said 'I do', our 2-week Mauritian festival of romance is the last time we can remember that it was just 'us'. Between weddings and building businesses and family holidays, the past two and a bit years have flown by in a whirlwind of flights, drives, '30-seconds' re-matches and 'who's turn is it to dash to Spar?' self-catering accommodation.  Over this Easter weekend, a time when grace, mercy and a heightened awareness of being blessed abounds, hubby and I have found ourselves smack bang in the centre of a little piece of heaven. You see, apart from the fact that we have an awesome glass-fronted 'beach room', we have a jacuzzi (I know, very 80's, but still such a treat) that sits on the 'edge of the world'. Located at the most extreme point of the en suite dec

was onto something... not the whole bringing baked goods to granny and dodging the wolf bit, but the wearing red thing. Ever since opting for a red Essie nail varnish shade called 'Forever Young', I've been a tad obsessed with the colour. This morning I pulled a Gwen Stefani and painted my lips in Estee Lauder's red lip gloss. I'm not talking subtle, I'm talking fire engine red – the shade that doesn't knock before entering, it just arrives. There's nothing like blood red lips or nails that remind you of Dorothy's ruby red slippers, to put a Marilyn-inspired spring in your step. Like the little black dress, red is a classic – if an outfit's the sentence, then a slick of red gloss or a dash of crimson varnish, is the punctuation mark. Every few seasons red makes a comeback...