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Come to me all you pretty things...

TK Maxx: you rock

Dear TK Maxx, you are awesome.

OK, perhaps occasionally awesome is a better description, but my last haul there was somewhat epic by my standards.

Having met a friend for lunch in a town about thirty miles from where I live, I decided to fill the rest of my time until the next train by having a mooch about the town centre. This is quite a risky manoeuvre these days as the amount of empty stores abounding most high streets leaves little incentive to rock out and have a grand out shopping trip. Nonetheless, England’s oldest recorded town, Colchester, does have one thing that deserves attention: a city centre TK Maxx (my local one is frustratingly on the outskirts of town).

Now, I know that ye olde TK Maxx can be a bit hit and miss, with some stores resembling extortionately priced jumble sales but this store was a scene of serenity and calm. Everything ordered and displayed rather attractively. The toiletries department in particular was home to rather a nice spot of colour coding.

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Anyway, the real point is that not only was I able to snap up a small DESIGNER treat for myself but positively cleaned up in the luxury-health-and-beauty-gift stakes (totes a real thing). With impending birthdays and Christmas, I like to get an early jump on things and pick up gifts that the recipients wouldn’t think of getting for themselves. And, thanks to my loyal readership of A Model Recommends, I think I’ve quite a good eye at spotting a beauty bargain.

So what did I get? Well then………..

Come to me all you pretty things...
Come to me all you pretty things…

First up, a couple of gifts.

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NEOM is a luxury organic range which not only looks rather nifty but smells pretty define too. They have a bath and shower oil that I have coveted for some time so I was familiar with the brand, and the Real Luxury Body & Hand Lotion was perfect for my poor post-op sis. At more than half the RRP, that alone was enough to make me feel smug.

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Also for post-op sis, a rather lovely Rituals Himalaya Wisdom body scrub. With a hit of fresh mint, this will do the job to buff the body before applying, oh I don’t know, maybe a luxury body lotion of some description……. Coming in again at less than half of the RRP, this was genuinely bargainous.

2007-07-05 04.18.04A lesser known brand for our final gift pick but one with a wee bit of cult status: Dr Bronner’s Magic Soaps. What really sold this to me was the almost olde-worlde medicinal look of the label, and the smell is amazing.

2007-07-05 04.17.26This hemp and peppermint organic soap is an excellent stocking filler or proper pressie for a cult-beauty junkie. This bad boy had about a third off so still a decent saving, and I’m rather looking forward to dressing it up with parcel paper-style wrap and a homemade Christmas tag.

But nothing really compares to the treat I got for myself. Not to sound narcissistic, but I was preeee-ty chuffed with myself.

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Oh yes, my Clements Ribeiro Portobello cotton and cashmere jumper. Oooh, it’s so lovely!

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In a classic grey with teal stars, this is the gift I will give to myself once baby bump has been born next year. It is so soft, and not totally unlike the gorgeous Chinti & Parker jumper from my Covetables post earlier this week.

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Yes, it’s from a diffusion line and, yes, it’s only 5% cashmere, but it was a mind-blowing £19.99. This is even more mind-blowing when one considers that this is CURRENT SEASON and still available on the website for £86. I would call this a WIN.

And that is why TK Maxx rocks. The end!

 

 

Category: Style
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Covetables: A+EM London Visor leather ankle boots

Good grief, look at these beauties. Aren’t they rather stunning? I know that a website can use good lighting to sell virtually anything but these look The Business.

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Preeeeeettttttyyyyy!

These leather ankle boots are from a brand called A+EM London (nope, never heard of them either) and were spotted during a routine inspection of the Red Direct site. Y’know the kind of thing: it’s Friday afternoon, everything work-related is dull and you’re just trawling your favourite sites in a kind-of this-is-what-my-life-will-look-like-when-I-own-my-own-internet-business-and-feature-in-lifestyle-sections-of-glossy-magazines. Or is that just me? As an FYI, I also find the fabulous homewares on Not On The High Street, handbags on The Outnet and the brand-spanking new inspo/shopping site Wardrobe Icons excellent for this type of browsing.

Anyway, back to the boots…..

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I am a big fan of the back zip and the little cut-out above it. The boot has enough lift for an evening but looks like it would serve as an all-dayer, too.

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The snaps from the site make them look more petrol blue than black but black is the only colour option.

At £230, they are certifiably Not Cheap, but who doesn’t need an excellent, high performing boot come autumn? In my dream life, I’d pair these beauts with a pair of ripped utility trousers from Topshop (not that dreamy at £36 but still not an inconsequential cost)…..

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….. and a fabulous knit from luxury brand Chinti & Parker (totally dreamy at an eye-watering £360).

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Well that’s autumn sorted then (and mortgage payments obliterated for the foreseeable future)……..

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Accidentally awesome hair

It’s quite a big boast to say that I had awesome hair the other day. Should I made that boast to, say, Kate Middleton or similar (incredibly likely to happen) then I daresay there would have been a fair amount of scoffing. But my interpretation of awesome is somewhat different to them: I don’t want swooshy and smooth; I want dishevelled and Parisian. I want Caroline De Maigret after she’s been caught strolling through the Tuileries on a particularly blustery day. Geddit?

From Caroline De Maigret Tumblr
From Caroline De Maigret Tumblr

The hair gods smiled upon me on Thursday. They felt for my plight in waiting an hour JUST TO GET INTO THE TRAIN STATION and then having to stand on my journey to work before arriving late and realising that a rubbish morning of commuting doesn’’t exempt you from actually having to do some work. The hair gods saw me painstakingly straightening my hair this morning and added just the right amount of heat and windy weather to give me something akin to De Maigret dishevelment as my reward. So surprised was I with my wavy locks that I snapped a few bathroom selfies. Sad but needs must, right?

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The fringe was a bit separate-y, but not too much; the front was wavy but looked intentional; it had that slightly volume-y quality that means you can fluff it with your fingers a bit and it looks sexily messy. This style I could never achieve if i actually tried to do so. Tongs don’t work on my mane as it all just goes a bit frizzy and eighties. My fringe precludes the mermaid waves fashion folk are so keen on. My only hope is to either wear it straight or hope that a similar hair miracle happens. The word i’m probably looking for to characterise the whole look is ‘ratty’, but ‘undone’ or ‘gently tousled’ sounds rather more appealing.

Classy bathroom selfie
Classy bathroom selfie

Undone hair looks nonchalant, easy-going, cool, casual – many of the attributes that ladies who are anything but want to emulate.

Images from Pinterest
Images from Pinterest

As anyone with fine hair will know, all you can really do is try to add volume and hope for the best. It’s difficult to contrive dishevelled without ending up with lank and greasy, attractive as that is. My current tools to try to inject a bit of joosh into my locks are the L’Oreal Elvive Fibrology Double Serum and some Pantene Volume Booster Spray Gel, which I actually picked up in Poundland and have been spraying like mad ever since. I use the latter first, lifting sections of wet hair and spraying at the roots before smoothing the L’Oreal serum on top. Then it’s fun and games with a hot hair dryer and a round brush.

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I know my accidentally awesome hair may not look like much to some but it made me happy. I felt relaxed and French for the rest of the day, and therefore got absolutely no work done at all. Hey ho!

Any pro hair tips to achieve the look every day? Please feel free to share – I need all the help I can get! Photos of me tweaked using Fotor filters & effects. Don’t judge: I was taking snaps on my phone in a toilet.

Category: Cute, Style
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FOOD! The best bolognese ever

The title of this post is not an idle brag. I’m of the personal opinion that how your mother makes something is the benchmark, and if you own version surpasses it, then you’ve got the best example of that particular dish in the bag.

Everyone has an idea of what a bolognese should be and what it should have in it. I’m warning you all now that mine includes wine, an obscene amount of garlic, and, controversially, carrot. Others have waxed lyrical on the inclusion of bacon, chicken liver and anchovies, but this version works a treat for me and him indoors, not least because in an otherwise vegetarian repertoire it includes actual meat.

For this, you will need the stuff below plus oil, pasta, and three pans.

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I am usually gloriously unponcy about my passata but this was on special offer and it got me excited. I’d recommend a bottle of at least 650ml capacity so, rather uncoolly, had to top up with the Emergency Cheap Passata always lurking at the back of the cupboard.

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I did compensate slightly by using slightly fancier pasta. I decided on tripoline for variety and also because the ridges catch the bol and make every mouthful a winner.

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Now for business.

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Peel the onion, cut into thick slices and then cut each slice into four. To be honest, how you cut it doesn’t matter, but I like everything in the bolognese to meld so small bits work well for me.

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Peel the carrot and cut into small pieces. I’m a useless chopper (is that a technical term?) so I cut the carrot in half across the width of it, cut each half in lengthways and chop into small pieces. There must be a better way of doing this but, hey. Michelin cooking this ain’t.

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Now for the garlic. I don’t think you can have enough so make sure you only eat this with someone non-judgemental or else someone who is contractually obliged to love you. I use six cloves, more if the cloves are small. Crush four of these and then finely chop the remaining two. Keep the crushed and the chopped garlic apart as you’ll use them at different stages.

Now we’re ready to cook! Take a medium-large pan and add about a tablespoon of oil (I like generic vegetable oil as I find olive oil doesn’t cook well, but use whatever you fancy). Add the same amount to a frying pan and heat both pans. (FYI I used a wok instead of a frying pan for absolutely no reason other than it was easier to reach when I went to the pan cupboard. It worked fine for me but then I don’t really know what the proper use of a wok is.)

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When the oil is heated (you should be able hover a hand over the pan and feel the heat flowing upwards) add the mince to the frying pan and the onion, carrot and crushed garlic to the normal pan. Your aim here is to soften the veg and cook the mince. You might want to add a pinch of sea salt to the veg to make sure the onions don’t burn and keep the mince moving to ensure it doesn’t stick.

When the veg is soft and the mince has uniformly turned brown from pink, take a slated spoon or similar and ladle the mince into the veg. The reason for this should be pretty clear.

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Yes, that is entirely beef fat mixed with oil. Yuk. Of course, if you like meat fat then feel free to add some but I do try to keep additional fat to a minimum.

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Mix the mince with the veg and the passata and red wine. I used a small bottle plus an additional swish of water in the bottle to pick up the residual wine. If you’re a wine drinker then a large glass and a half would be great. I did have a full bottle of wine ready for the recipe but it mysteriously disappeared…….. (I’m looking at you, Mr Kathryn). Mix well and scatter the chopped garlic into the sauce. Now clamp on a lid, reduce the heat to medium-low and walk away for at least half an hour.

When you return everything should be cooking down nicely.

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Hmm, excellent photography skills there.

Anyway, stir the sauce and put a pan of water on to boil for the pasta. The sauce should cook for a minimum of an hour so you may be able to wait a little bit to start getting the pasta ready. I however have an electric hob so practically need to put water on the week before cooking to boil. Pfft.

Start cooking the pasta in the usual way. If you use tripoline as well then your pan will resemble a quantity of octopus tentacles.

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When the sauce has been on for 45-50 minutes you will need to taste it. I know some of you will be just like me and reticent to taste any dish until it’s on a plate and I’m at the table [read: in front of the telly with a dish balanced precariously on my lap] but in this instance you must taste. Tomato based dishes can so easily be sweet or acidic and it’s at this point that you can add sugar or salt to even up the flavour to your own taste. You may wish to add pepper too although I never use it. Should your bolognese still be very runny then I’d recommend a squeeze of tomato puree but that’s totally optional.

Now take this opportunity to get tables set and accoutrements ready. In this case, we have some very sexy Parmesan from a plastic pot and, should the excessive garlic content not be excessive enough, these little beauties.

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EXTRA STRONG! Bloody brilliant.

You should hopefully be at about the hour mark so strain your pasta and turn the heat off the bolognese. The bolognese usually serves me and him for two dinners and two smaller lunch portions but depending on greed this could feed up to six people.

Use pasta bowls to lovingly lay your pasta in and then gently ladle bountiful spoonfuls of the best bolognese in the whole bloody world.

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Don’t let the dying light and dodgy photos fool you, this tastes beautiful. I mix the sauce into the pasta and then cover in parmesan until it resembles a snowy village on a Christmas card. In no way authentically Italian or culinarily credible, this is warming and comforting. Leave the remaining sauce to cool before fridging it for lunch the next day. It will taste even better and beats a sarnie. Lush.

Got a different method? I might take no notice but do let me know how you do your spag bol. And photos please if you try to replicate this at home!

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Asserting my pregnanthood…… and feeling guilty about it

So now I’m just over five months and I have a definite ‘pregnancy’ shape. Huge tum, big boobs – you get the picture. Now that I am more instantly recognisable as being up the duff, it was time to bring out the big guns, otherwise known as the TFL ‘baby on board’ badge.

This little sucker is supposed to formalise my condition and instil a sense of valour in my fellow commuters with the upshot being that they’ll let me have a seat and, maybe, just maybe, not completely cajole and push me until I am like a swatted fly upon the tube train door.

But the thing is that I feel guilty. Every commuter is living their own version of hell whereby the only solace is finding a seat. I hate the idea that I can just come strutting (waddling) up and demand a seat on a packed train. Why? Because I’m horribly British and, perhaps this is the more salient point, I hate it when other people do it. Anyone who jumps on a packed mainline train at the last minute and obviously needs a seat does my head absolutely in. Wait for the next bloody train! I want to scream. Have some self-awareness! Be your own advocate instead of relying on others!

Because this is the thing: if you know that you have special requirements then you have to be the first person to be responsible for that. All through my pregnancy to date, I have never gotten on a train or a tube where I wasn’t prepared to stand for the journey if a seat wasn’t available. I have let tubes sail by and have waited for the next mainline train to roll in, all to secure myself the seat that I need. Is it wrong to expect others to do the same? I don’t particularly think so.

Could a hot man carry *me* to work?
Could a hot man carry *me* to work?

Now that I have the badge, I’m not sure what my stance is. Do I test my new source of power? It seems like that’s going to leave me somewhat disappointed as there ain’t a lot of people out there who won’t do the old oh-are-you-pregnant-sorry-I-didn’t-see-your-badge-until-someone-else-stood-up dance (this comes from the same school of social bad manners as seeing someone you don’t want to talk to walking straight towards you in the street and whipping out your mobile to check messages so, whoopsie!, you didn’t see them). For me, I think my badge will be more of a warning, a little “heads up” to my fellow commuter: I’m pregnant so you will feel bad if you have a seat and I don’t.

Having said that, how much guilt anyone else may feel is completely negligible to my own. As I boarded the mainline train this morning, a particularly terrier-like commuter was doing their best to muscle onto the train first via the three inch gap between me and the commuter in front. I did my best to sound reasonable yet perturbed and asked them not to push as I was pregnant. I was allowed to board the train ahead of them but then felt like a git and let someone else go ahead of me into the seating area so that other commuters could see that I was a considerate traveller. Why, I don’t know. After all, I think anyone, prego or not, has the right not to be pushed and to ask politely that this not happen. But this is commuting, man – regular rules do not apply. Who the hell am I to come along with my long-held beliefs on social niceties and expect others not to crush my knees just because they want their legs open wider than the length of the equator?

I shall continue badge use and see what happens. I suspect that I shall hide it with a scarf or just discard it all together out of embarrassment but let’s call it a social experiment and record the findings, eh? Wish me luck; I’ll probably be stuffed into an overhead luggage rack by the end of the week.

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