SW6 -25th August 09

BAD start to the day, I have a pair of J brand Love story jeans that are my tester jeans - they tell me when i have put on weight... I have! WHAT? I have been swimming for 2 weeks now and I know it takes time and so on but whatever how can I have put on weight? I know I haven't exactly been healthy but I have been EXERCISING. And now it is bugging me that I clearly care so much about my weight, it is not like I am actually over weight I am a size 10, grab a hold of yourself SW6! This is pathetic..

Heard Alexandra Burke's new song this morning, it's no Bleeding Love but I reckon I could have a little shimmy to it. Am putting money on her wearing leather in the video.

Met W11 for lunch which was a treat, have to make the most of it as from next week all of senior management will be back and no more long lunches. Have 3 big store launches in Asia coming up which will take over my life as well as 2 big project launches here in London going on. It is like the quiet before the storm in the office.

Just found out that my new flat mate who was supposed to move in in 2 weeks has bailed so have been searching like crazy for a new one. Meeting some American socialite moving from Paris tomorrow night, not sure what I think of that. I cant believe I am going to say this allowed but have always lived with quiet girls who don't threaten my ego (did I really just admit that) I know that sounds awful but I just don't want to live with some skinny, beautiful IT girl who is going to make me feel bad if I eat a brownie or have a sofa night!

Had a message from Rugby boy who still hasn't found a job in LA and heard on the rumour mill that he has been pissing around at playboy parties in LA and trips to Vegas, probably for the best that nothing materialised there, I mean does this sound like someone who is about to turn 30 next month?

Had a pretty manic but boring evening, last free night before girls trip to France; swimming (why is this not getting me anywhere?), waxing, packing and planning outfit for tomorrow night.
Have been invited out with a group of guys (I only know one of them) who are trying to Cheer up a recently dumped friend, obviously facebooked them and it looks like it could be a fun night!!! They look a little on the slick side but mustn't be too quick to judge from facebook. Taking girlfriends that I am going away with this weekend so should be a fun start to the hols... what to wear!?!

Just seen the Vogue's Fashion's Night Out TV ad and yes SJP shopping is 'For Good' and of course I will do my part to assist our economy!!

OH had the most Hilarious voicemail from a guy I went on categorically the worst date of my life with a few weeks ago (It was as second date - he used the word 'us', told me off for not covering a spot properly, told me I wasn't allowed to wear my hair up, changed age 3 times during the course of the evening, told me I shouldn't wax my pubic hair and left me to get the tube home on my own because 'directors of companies don't take the tube'!) He said that our last date was a little 'crazy' and I am obviously cross and we should 'talk about things' . Thinking of sending him a text saying:

'Just had a wax, got my hair in a ponytail and am not wearing concealer, I don't think 'us' is going to work out.'??

Fireboy is back from his hols tonight, can stop checking my phone...

SW6 - 22nd August

Went for an early swim (figured there was less chance of bumping into anyone). Cooked a big brunch for an old girlfriend; American pancakes, bacon, fruit, yogurt and smoothie (not really beneficial to Ibiza bikini diet) had a great catch up, she also told me that latinogirl’s (one of my best friends whose house I am staying in Ibiza) older brother is bringing my ‘perfect matching’ a charming, funny, down to earth Ferrari driving guy to Ibiza – is this true?? Verified with Latinogirl who agreed with description but said she didn’t know who would be more suited me or an another single girlfriend who will be there – the last thing I wasn’t is to compete but at least it is a little incentive to get to the gym!
After brunch went for blissful Mani-Pedi at princess nails in Fulham Broadway; a cheapy place who do a great job and stock Essie, last op before hols; France next weekend and then straight on to Ibiza. I went for Essie, Fifth Avenue, an orangey red which will look great in the sunshine. Devoured French vogue which has the best AW09 trend shoot I have seen this season; my favorites being Givenchy, Balmain (predictable), Giorgio Armani and Ferragamo (already working out how I can emulate that one).
Ran back in time for X Factor, oh how I have missed you!! Was sad to see Cheryl has lost it, she was looking over styled and her attempt at 80s hair totally back fired when pairing it with footballers wives makeup! Danni on the other hand totally won me over, love love loved all her hair styles and she was rocking some seriously fab rings. Obviously loving Daniel, the last audition – so my type. Not convinced by the live audience and singing with the back track also why is there so much fluff? Wanna see more auditions ITV!
Got a call from a friend at work who bummed into fireboy on the beach in the South of France, London isn’t the only small apparently Europe is a small place! Fireboy is an Adonis who is serious trouble; I have had various flirtations with him and maybe I had a sneaky liaison with last weekend. Friend reported that he was on very good behaviour and very charming – am a bit nervous about his return to London next week, I cannot be held responsible for my actions when he is around, especially when he is in a suit!
After X factor I went and tried on AW09 outfits, sad I know but I needed to stop myself from heading out. Secretly I am looking forward to winter, after having worked with the AW09 collection at work for the last 5 months I am so ready for my 80s flash back, bold shoulders, serious studding and leather. I have some great boots I am dying to get into too! I know after 2 weeks I will be wishing for summer again.

SW6 - 21st August 09

After Rugbyboy left in July (a not so perfect strapping 6ft4 dark rugby player I was seeing for the past 8 months) to move to LA I found myself in Tuscany for W11's wedding with N4. It was a magical week but to make up for the emotions and being surrounded by a lot of smug couples and simply because it would have been rude not to I ate my body weight in bread, pasta, pizza and gellatto so on my return I decided to join the gym to prepare for Ibiza; what else do you do when you are newly single?
Little did I know I was signing up for emotional torture as well as physical and paying £80 a month for the pleasure! After a traumatic first session where I didn’t even make it past the changing room due to confusion over the lockers I was slowly beginning to feel comfortable despite the torrent on strapping boys and toned and completely tanned (and I mean COMPLETELY tanned) girls I went for a swim after work to distract myself from the clubbing ban I have imposed on myself this weekend. My wallet is recovering from 2 holidays in July and preparing for the 2 up and coming holidays over the next few weeks, and besides whilst everyone is away in August the dregs of London seem to take over even the coolest of clubs so hopefully I won’t be missing all that much. After having bumped into two friends on the way to the gym I was thinking to myself what a small place London can be when I bumped (literally) into Rugbyboy's dashing friends in the gym reception (to set the scene I was not looking my best to say the least, hair scraped back, jeans and flats; have been making the most of senior management being out the office in August and not having to rock the sky highs and cinched waists). I don’t know if it was because of my appearance or because I have been thinking about Rugbyboy lately but I was about as smooth as Muriel from Muriel’s wedding! My finest comment was asking them what they were doing here…er tying working out SW6 – what a plonker! Anyway after humiliating myself I didn’t think it could get any worse (little did I know someone upstairs seems to have a sense of humour) I bumped into an old crush (FYI he lives in Sloane Square and as far I was aware was a member of the Virgin gym in Kensington, what the hell was hell was he doing in the Fulham Broadway gym?). Instead of covering myself in my towel I decided to grab a float to cover my dignity – why oh why? After having a good laugh at me with my dishevelled hair and mascara round my chin he snapped a picture on his bb and emailed it round our mutual friends; at least I was wearing cute Heidi Klein one piece, although it doesn’t make up for float! Gym so far not doing wonders for my life as planned!