• CF Beauty

    Self tan saviour: The buffing mitt from St. Tropez

    As a beauty editor, my self-tan mantra, that I trotted out every time the sun shone, was “exfoliate, moisturise, barrier (apply vaseline to cuticles/hairline/eyebrows to stop them turning orange), tan.” Although I was personally never a full convert of the self tan in London (I had a whiter than white…

  • CF Family - CF Style

    Snapshot: the nursery

    I have done a series of posts on snapshots from around our new home. As little corners emerge I thought I’d share them with you; my style finds in context. Next up – the nursery. Built in the 60s our new home is a conventional layout for family life. A…

  • CF Style - Style

    Object of Desire: Narciss dresses

    With two very important nuptials on the horizon, I’ve been rather frantically scouting around the internet for some new dresses for the Wedding Season. As this time last year I was heavily pregnant and not in the market for a pretty dress, this year I thought I’d celebrate my regained…

  • CF Style - CF Travels

    Living by the sea in Devon

    When we decided to take the plunge and pack up our London lives and move back to my childhood home in Devon it was the vision of the picture above that kept me going through the 2am neurosis (Why would we throw away careers we love? Will I ever eat…

  • CF Style - Style

    Buying gifts for men: a CF guide

    So next week is the OH’s 30th AND his first ever Father’s Day. No pressure in the present department then. We are going down to Cornwall for the big event, but I figured he needs a few things to open on the day. So here’s my shortlist of ideas for…

  • CF Style - Style

    Grown-up friendship bracelets: a CF edit

    I’m sure I’m not the only one that, ever summer of our youth, dutifully brought back colourful pieces of string, masquerading as friendship bracelets for our BFFs at home. They were worn solemnly as a signifier to our undying friendship, until the stroppy house master made us chop them off…

  • CF Grows

    A post from the greenhouse

    Warning: smug post alert. I couldn’t help sticking up this photo of my FIRST EVER POTATO. Well, not my very first, as a kid in France my sister and I would be in charge of digging up wheelbarrow after wheelbarrow of spuds, but my first as a grown woman. Yes,…