Country Bebe roadtests reusable gNappies

When you’re pregnant (for the first time at least) you have lots of Good Intentions. 1/ I will not co-sleep with my baby 2/ I will only let organic, home-cooked food pass their lips 3/ I will use only re-usable nappies. Well, lets just say, at 4am I would have slept on a railway track with Country Bebe (CB) if it meant we both got some zzzz’s; CB is clinically addicted to Petit Filous and nappies… yep, disposable from day one.

Second-time mums will be sniggering at my well-meaning but rather idealistic intentions. For the first three months or so it is pure survival people. Pure survival. We are coming out the other side of ‘have I even brushed my teeth today?’ and with CB finally in his groove there is one of these Good Intentions that I wanted to redress: The re-usable nappy. Namely as this fact haunts me with every bum change: every disposable nappy that has EVER BEEN MADE is still in existence, yep, not ONE has degraded. That’s probably because each one takes 500 years, wrapped in a plastic nappy sack it’s basically a permanent little toxic bomb. Not cool.

Okay, hair shirt rant over. Let’s face it, we all want to recycle/eat organic/hug trees, but when it comes to mums and their nappy buying it comes down to three things: comfort, practicality/efficacy and cost.

Enter gNappies. I think they have honed the perfect hybrid between the disposable and the reusable nappy.

Basically the system works with a colourful, soft jersey outer (the gpants if you will). It has super comfy wide leg bands and velcro fasteners much like a disposable and comes in some really cool colours. Inside is a waterproof nylon pouch, into which you insert a plastic-free, biodegradable, disposable liner. That’s it. It takes no longer to change than a disposable. You can even get cloth liners if you want the whole thing to be 100% re-usable. We just stick the disposable liner in one of these corn starch Naty nappy sacks, making it 100% biodegradable.

You can even sling wet ones on the compost heap and they’ll be gone in 50-150 days (a bit swifter than a disposable at 182,500 then).

Comfort

The gNappy is no more bulky than a disposable, if you’re imagining an unwieldy Terry nappy, don’t.

When we first roadtested the gNappy I think we put it on too tight (I secretly didn’t trust it’s poo-catching capacity) and it left CB with some sore marks but we soon got the hang of it. The velcro tabs fasten backwards which takes a little getting used to but it means that little fingers can’t undo them. Clever.

Practicality/efficacy

Okay, so what all mums want to know, does it catch the poo? I’d say versus a super dry disposable you’ll need to change wet ones more frequently, we found CB soaked through his gNappy a lot quicker than a disposable (2 hours or so), but on the number two front it caught them all. No probs. No leaks, mess, nothing.

When we did have to wash the gNappy both the waterproof insert and the outer gpants both went straight in the washing machine at 40 degrees and dried on the radiator in under 30 mins. Even the thick waistband. I’d definitely recommend getting 3 of the gpants (£14.95 each), one to wash, one to wear and one spare.

Cost

Okay, so the disposable inserts are 32 for £9.95, yes more expensive than disposables (around 52 for £10) but at just over 30p each I still think, a bargain. If you want to go down the cloth route these are £22.95 for six.

For us, they’re a winner. Can you tell?

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DIY manicure tutorial with Tom Ford nail lacquers

This post may just possibly be the culmination of my two beauty loves. Tom Ford and manicures. I fell hard for Tom Ford circa 2006, with the launch of Black Orchid and the love affair was sealing with the discovery of the beauty holy grail – my lipstick soulmate. The tooth-whitening, lip nourishing, long-wearing Ginger Fawn.

Whilst I was off incubating Country Bebe, Mr. Ford launched his full make-up range and all I could do was admire from afar and covet those oh so beautiful compacts. Now I’m back, the PR girls at Tom Ford thought my ardor needed fueling further with a sample of Tom Ford’s nail lacquers. I die.

If such beautiful specimens weren’t enough to get me painting my own nails, my first Devon pedicure experience culminated in a subsequent £150 chiropodist bill and losing my big toenail, so now couldn’t be a better time to perfect my home nail treatment. I figure I’ve spent 312 hours over the last six years watching nail technicians do my nails so here’s my home-guide to a hard-wearing DIY mani:

First of all, the kit, left to right:

I prefer a metal orange stick that can be sterilised after use

OPI’s Avoplex cuticle oil to go – a nourishing avocado-based oil with brush applicator

Mavala’s Lightening scrub mask  - one-step prep for a smooth nail plate and softened cuticles

Tom Ford nail lacquers in Ginger Fire and Burnt Topaz

Sally Hansen’s Double Duty base coat and top coat in one

Step 1 – prep

The longest-wearing manicures I’ve had have been the ones where the technician spends 50 mins prepping, then 10 mins painting. I use Mavala’s lightening nail mask, a finely gritted paste that you massage into your nail beds and scrub off with their supplied nail brush. It smooths out the surface of the nail, removes impurities and softens the cuticle ready for step two. If your nails are discoloured after a bright nail polish this really works to brighten and lighten nails too.

Step 2: cuticles and filing

I used to keep OPI’s Avoplex on my desk as the brush applicator meant it was a quick, mess-free way to keep on top of my cuticles (I was a Beauty Editor, don’t judge).

I’ve always preferred having my cuticles eased back rather than cut as I’ve learned from many a sage technician that cutting them can actually just make them grow more. I slather on the Avoplex then using my metal manicure tool I ease back the cuticles and tidy up any hang-nails.

Now, after trying every possibly combination of nail shape and length (long, short, square, oval) I’ve settled on a rather specific: 2mm shorter than my finger, squoval. Square, with the edges rounded off. I use nail clippers to get all the nails roughly the same length, then a fine grade nail file to perfect the shape. Filing in all the same direction to prevent the nail splitting.

Now a step that many a home manicurist skips. The base coat. I love Sally Hansen’s Double Duty base coat and top coat in one – as a base coat it smooths out any ridges in your nail for a perfect canvas for your lacquer, and actually helps the polish bond to your nail to fight off chips.

Step 3: polish

Tom Ford’s Ginger Fire is a delicious blood orange. The brush application has super fine bristles for a smooth application. The chunky lid also means you can get a good, steady grip.

My three technique tips would be: 1/ always start at the centre then each side for a clean finish. 2/ If you are right handed paint your right hand first. If you paint your left first then you will be painting your right with wet nails and a wobbly hand. Not a good combo. 3/ Make sure you take the polish up and over the tip of the nail. You need to make sure you fully seal the nail as leaving the end unpainted will leave you prone to chips.

Here are swatches of both colours. I did find with the Burnt Topaz on the left that application was much more unforgiving. Because of the metallic element to it, brush strokes and any nail imperfections showed a lot more readily. Saying that, I am in love with this shade. The intense molten metallic shimmer with its coppery tones is a perfect SS12 nude with a grown-up nod to this season’s metallic trend (no garish glitter here). I tested this last week and it lasted a full 7 days with minimal nail tip wear but not a chip in sight.

As always with polishes, two thin coats is always better than one gloopy one.

After a couple of minutes drying time to stop snagging, a last coat of Sally Hansen’s Double Duty top coat and I’m done. Now all I need is the patience to let them dry.

 

 

 

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Things that other people do: making marmalade

So, I popped my preserves cherry today. Seville Orange Marmalade, no less.

Look away now if you are a by-the-book jam maker as this will probably make you scoff: I used oranges from a tin.

If this makes you clutch your WI recipe and break into a cold sweat, I apologise. But, if you’re a new mum/workaholic/novice-but-enthusiastic cook – read on.

Since the arrival of Country Bebe I have approximately 1 hour a day to do all the household chores, eat, respond to enquiries at countryfille.com and catch up with my friends spread around the globe. Not only are fresh Seville oranges only available in January, but making marmalade from scratch with all the scrubbing, peeling, juicing, muslin bag making… well, let’s just say my precious hour is too precious for that.

So, if you fancy a beginning to end 1 hour version – here it is.

Here are the oranges in all their sunshine goodness. Thinly sliced, the thick gloopy pulp even contains the pectin you need to make the preserve set .

So, oranges straight in the pan with water and the preserving sugar on a high heat to bring it to the boil. Stirring continuously.

Once it’s on a rolling boil you’ll have a thick foam on top. Add a knob of butter to disperse the foam and turning down the heat. It needs another 15 mins at a slightly slower boil, stirring occasionally.

When you turn down the heat pop a saucer in the freezer.

After 15 mins take the pan off the heat and remove the saucer from the freezer. Drop a teaspoon of the marmalade onto it. If after 2 mins you push the dollop of marmalade and it wrinkles, you’re done. If not, return the the pan to the heat for another 2-3 mins then test again.

Now I’m afraid the next step doesn’t have any pics as it was a messy, two-handed job. (I should have mentioned at the beginning that before I put the marmalade on the stove I put my jars into Milton fluid to sterilise. There are many methods of sterilisation so do whatever works for you).

I poured the marmalade into the prepped jars (don’t put hot marmalade in cold jars as they might crack, warm your jars in the microwave for 20 secs or so), added the waxed discs and loosely popped on the lids. Once the marmalade was cooled I sealed the lids tight and added some scraps of fabric I had hanging around and odd bits of ribbon. I love that for my precious hour I now have seven home-made gifts ready to go.

Next week: Lemon curd.

If you think this looks easy you should check out this home-made yoghurt recipe.

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Object of Desire: Aspinal of London

 

I will admit, I am more than a teeny bit in love with Aspinal of London. I remember defecting from my ardent Smythson habit back in 2009 after one too many ‘Pretty Woman’ moments in Smythson’s Bond Street store. It’s a diary people, how elitist can a shop girl get about luxury leather goods?

Besides, when a beautiful jewel-coloured leather diary (see above) costs you £20-something instead of £50 – it’s a no brainer, right? I have lost count of how many of the Baby Books (also above) I have gifted to new mums. The classic tome to capture all those first memories is so beautifully illustrated and bound, we have already filled ours with all those little milestones that we may have otherwise forgotten.

While I won’t be swayed from my Mulberry devotion when it comes to wash bags/make-up bags/purses, these new releases from Aspinals are making me waver on the handbag front:

Ophelia Hobo bag, £595, aspinaloflondon.com

Brook Street bag, £640, aspinalsoflondon.com

I love the buttery soft Italian leather of the Ophelia, its handmade finishes and discreet branding and hardwear. While the Brook Street wins hands-down on grown-up chic. Its vintage structure and gorgeous navy lizard print leather make it an instant classic.

While on the subject of Brook Street, make sure you avoid the hell that is Westfield Shepherds Bush and treat yourself to a visit to their Brook Street store. Once the home of Handel, the original wood panelled walls and ornate plaster mouldings on the ceilings make it one of the most beautiful stores in W1.

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A blustery week in Devon

So, it has been a seriously stormy week in Devon. In fact, last Friday the wind records reached the highest in 5 years. How do we know this? Because this happened:

We woke up one morning and our 80ft, 6ft high boundary wall had fallen flat overnight, taking a beautiful mature Lilac with it. Luckily we had planned but not yet planted the bed behind the wall, so £300 of plants were saved, as was my precious greenhouse. Phew.

So, we have a rather ‘open-plan’ garden at the moment. Our ‘London brains’ are rather twitchy to the idea that anyone could stroll in but so far everyone, including the local vicar, has simply stopped and offered their help/advice/condolences. It’ll mean the chickens have to wait another few weeks (there’s free range and free range) but we’re hoping to use the same beautifully weathered red bricks and have the wall back up (with extra supports!) next week.

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Our first family holiday: Bedruthan Steps

Copyright: Bedruthan Steps Hotel

It is with HUGE excitement and a little intrepidation that I’ve booked us our first family holiday. We shall be spending 3 nights this June at the Bedruthan Steps hotel, Mawgan Porth in Cornwall. Gulp.

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The trip will not be into wholly unchartered waters as this shall be my third return to this little corner of North Cornwall. My first trip was to review the newly opened Scarlet Hotel back in 2009. The sister hotel to the Bedruthan Steps, it is alas a civilised adult-only affair so a no-go this year, but so blissful was our stay there the OH and I are determined to break free from parental duties for the weekend and return.

My next visit was to Bedruthan Steps itself last year, acclaimed as Cornwall’s Hotel of the Year 2010/11, I was part of a press trip to sample their ‘knitting weekend’ with knitwear guru, Erica Knight.

Now, it could be argued this is my second trip to BS with child, as I was secretly 2-months pregnant during that trip. With babies firmly on the brain I clocked how clued up and set up BS was for les enfants. Not simply a perfunctory offering of a knackered travel cot in the room and a high chair plastered in baby food. This place *gets* parents.

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It’s not only the extensive facilities the beach-side hotel has up it’s sleeve: soft play areas, adventure playground, craft room, baby pool, OFSTED-inspected children’s clubs… but crucially, the little extras that show someone in the management team is a mother: complimentary sterilizers in your room, changing facilities throughout the hotel, HIPP Organic baby food at breakfast and built-in baby monitors in every room so you can eat dinner in peace. It’s fab. You could literally pick up your baby and go without a week of lists, packing and stress beforehand (which, lets be honest, keep most of us parents at home).

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So, that’s exactly what we’re doing. They even rent you an all-terrain buggy for your stay so we’re not even taking that. The plan is to arrive on Friday, Country Bebe is booked into the creche that afternoon while we take a couples massage in the spa (I can’t actually think about that at the moment, the idea of 2 hours alone being pampered with my OH makes me quite teary). Then drinks and dinner at one of their two newly opened restaurants, followed by a weekend of (weather permitting): sand castle building, pool splashing and cream-tea scoffing at the National Trust tea rooms at Carnewas. A good old-fashioned British seaside holiday. Perfect.

Copyright Bedruthan Steps Hotel

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National Garden Scheme open day: Sidbury Manor

In search of some inspiration for our new seaside garden we decide to aim high and take the rare chance to glimpse the 2,200 acres of the local ‘Big House’, Sidbury Manor. The opportunity to snoop amongst the azaleas was thanks to the National Garden Scheme, opening the private residence’s parkland and formal gardens for just six hours a year, all in the name of chari-dee.

We wound our way in the drizzle up the long drive, dodging skipping lambs and rattling across cattle grids, parking up by the rather grand stable block.

The photos don’t really do the handsome red brick pile justice. Nor the view.

We wound around the side of the house, watching posturing pheasants on the lawn and being deafened by a rather vocal Guinea Fowl. I managed to grab a fleeting snap of him before he hopped over the wall into the kitchen garden.

Next up were the formal Italianate Gardens. Set over five levels, starting with a tennis court and croquet lawn, rising to this beautiful level that is currently undergoing some TLC.I love the decaying glamour of it all, from the rambling vines to the grand balustrade stairs leading to a pair of palms. A touch of the Amalfi Coast in a Devon Valley.

Next we followed a path, cut through the last of the daffs and bluebells, under ancient Redwoods till we reached the house again.

Country Bebe was not looking that amused (can you tell?!).

So, before heading home with our brains buzzing and a shortlist to take to the garden centre, we stopped off in the fern-filled conservatory for a homemade slice of cake and a glass of squash next to the ornate fish pond.

Sigh. If only we had a gardener.

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Baby-friendly cleaning with Method

A lot of things change when you have a baby: 1/ your beauty regime becomes less a process of perfection and more ‘have I brushed my teeth today?’ 2/ when once you enjoyed leisurely 3-course meals, a sandwich inhaled whilst you balance a colicky baby on your knee becomes the norm 3/ a lie-in is anything past 6am. 7am is considered positively narcoleptic… you get the gist. Babies turn your life upside down.

So, whereas before I was head girl of the ‘chuck a bottle of bleach at it’ school of household cleaning, now that our house contains a little person who likes to suck taps during his nightly bath, I’ve had to rethink my approach.

Enter stage left: Method.

I’m ashamed to say I had previously bypassed Method in the cleaning aisle as I had mentally tarred it with the same brush as Ecover. Morally sound but in practice rather ineffectual. A bit like Tofu.

But I can happily hold up my rubber gloves after a once-over in the bathroom with my new haul of Method products – I’m sold, you win. Their non-toxic, plant based formulas are serious dirt-busters (they are evangelical about the ‘green’ chemistry that goes into their formulas). I thought it would be an apt time to give them a whirl as, after four weeks of building work (brick dust, paint, plaster) our new bathroom is finally installed, complete with workman’s boot prints in the bath. The whole room needed a serious deep clean so I thought I’d put Method through its paces:

The bathroom cleaner delivers a fine, clear mist with a fresh eucalyptus and mint scent. No fizzing, foaming or stinging eyes. It lifts all the aforementioned dirt so efficiently I’m left thinking: “What was I using all those superfluous chemicals for?”

The daily shower spray is designed as a preventative approach. You spray it on after your morning ablutions and the patented ‘powergreen technology’ uses naturally sourced surfactants to absorb the dirt rather than leave it loitering on your shower screen and tiles. Err, this is a no-brainer for a fraught, time-poor new mum. Someone is promising to keep my shower clean with little-to-no-input from me. *purchases a caseload*.

Next up is my favourite, the stainless steel spray. It’s consistence is similar to a creamy facial cleanser. Application is a bit unconventional, you put it on with a soft cloth and buff it off. I cleaned the taps first then gave it a whirl and wowzer. Shi-ny. I’d highly recommend it to those in London (or any other hard-water area) who yearn for water-mark free taps/cookers/sinks. The OH has made me include the following picture of the range, that was previously splattered with spaghetti bolognese and is now the shiniest it has even been thanks to him.

If my new-found love of Method wasn’t ardent enough I challenge you to watch their ‘Clean Happy Anthem‘ and not a/ grin b/whistle it for the rest of the day. Cleaning products that make you smile? Yep, it’s true.

Find Method on Facebook and at methodproducts.co.uk

Countryfille.com was sent these products by Method to roadtest and was suitably impressed.

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Object of desire: Roost Living

I did a shoot and interview with Laura Binns, owner of online interiors boutique Roost Living, at her stunning Dartmouth Park house early last year.

Her family home acts as the perfect canvas for her style finds, ergo stock and I found myself drifting off to covert every cushion, lamp and curio she had artfully filled each room with. With an immaculate eye, Laura hand-picks items that are all British-made, by small artisans and a few that are exclusive to Roost Living.

I really admire her ethos of championing things that are ‘made well and to last’. Like this ‘Rule the Roost’ lamp:

Ruling the Roost lampshade, from £320

Designed by Rory Dobner they’re simple, with a streak of genius. Made from old wooden rulers Rory has picked up on his travels around the globe, I’d love this piece for my study.

Wobbly bowls, from £12

As someone with a shelf-straining collection of ceramics, particularly of the turquoise hue, these wobbly bowls stole my heart. I love the organic, hand-thrown shapes.

Finally, I think this sugar bowl is a delight. Mainly as it tugs at the nostalgic heart strings as my grandma collects the little Wade figures that atop these handmade earthenware bowls by Fliff. I love the crackled gold lustre, too. Glamour at breakfast time is no bad thing I say.

www.roostliving.com

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Snapshot: the dressing table

It’s taking a while to get our heads around the space that living in the country brings.  A bit like battery chickens we’ve been trying to cram all our stuff into one room/cupboard/shelf, but slowly we’re spreading out and creating nooks and crannies we couldn’t have dreamed of in London. For the OH it’s a workshop, roughly the same dimensions of our first studio flat and for me: somewhere to layout my perfumes.

Left to right:

Velvet jewellery box, a press gift from the now defunct Bokks.

On top, our treasured Rolleicord camera that we bought in the souk on honeymoon in Marrakech.

White Tea, Bergamot and Freesia, Korres. Super light and clean. I wore it when I was first pregnant as I didn’t want to wear anything cloying. A real summer-time, fresh from the shower scent.

Roll-on applicator for White Patchouli, Tom Ford. A press gift, I love slipping this into an evening clutch.

212 VIP, Carolina Herrera. I wasn’t expecting to *love* this as much as I do. I was a bit ‘meh’ about the 212 fragrance, but the VIP update is almost edible it’s so delicious. Lots of fragrant vanilla (note: fragrant, not sickly sweet) with bergamot and bitter orange at the top, mellowing to musk and sandalwood at the base. It’s the fragrance I get most comments on when I wear it.

White Suede, Tom Ford. A seriously sexy scent. It smells like warm leather (I like to imagine myself on a Riva speedboat on the Amalfi Coast, but whatever works for you). It’s my go-to for a non-girly, daytime scent.

Musk Pure, Tom Ford. I’m wearing this today. It’s full-on musk with some smoky, floral notes. Sometimes I think it smells like a really good cigar. In a good way. Yet it’s romantic and feminine, too. Imagine a talc-y, comforting yet foxy kinda vibe.

Jasmine Musk, Tom Ford. A very special scent that I wore on my wedding day. Super romantic, but grown-up and heady. It’s such a perfect balance – blousey jasmine, delicious vanilla but then earthy patchouli to stop it being sickly. LOVE IT.

Eau D’Italie, by Eau D’Italie. Hands down the best of the bunch. It jolts me back to the terrace at Le Sirenuse (the makers family-run hotel in Positano on the Amalfi Coast), G&T in hand, watching the little bay twinkle at dusk. The blurb says the scent is ‘terracotta tiles warmed by the summer sun.’ And it’s exactly that. There are a lot of happy memories wrapped up in this little scent. I even wore it in labour to try and distract me!

Black Orchid hair perfume, Tom Ford (gold bottle). Not sure TF make this anymore which would be a shame. It’s the signature gorgeous sexy fragrance but in a nourishing hair perfume. I’ll have to spritz sparingly.

34 Boulevard St. Germain, Diptyque (fabric bag). Previously, I had been a die-hard Philosykos fan, that was until they launched their 50th anniversary scent, named after their first store in Paris and I defected. It’s supposed to evoke the scent of walking into the shop, so imagine an olfactory mash-up: from fresh green notes that immediately leap up your nose, to big English garden blooms and spices straight from the souk. Sound like there’s too much going on? Wrong. It’s so carefully balanced, it’s genius. All hail Diptyque.

White Patchouli, Tom Ford. This bottle is a work of art, isn’t it? Forget Body Shop Patchouli, circa 1974. This is a 21st century, modern update. Of course when ‘doing a patchouli’ Mr. Ford went for the Grand Cru of patchoulis: patchouli orpur. With a hit of white peony and a pinch of coriander in the mix, I still never tire of a squirt of this in the morning.

Photo: the best friend and I in Germany in the snow. Our last girly trip before motherhood.

I wore Ralph Lauren Romance religiously for 10 years as a teen, which fragrance are you devoted to?

Here’s what I keep on my bedside table

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