I can't believe that it is only a week ago today that I returned from the Fab Family annual pilgrimage to Marbella!
OH rocking his Liam Gallagher hair. Mid life crisis or what?
As lots of you who follow me on Twitter will know, I was on the "no carbs before marbs" diet before I jetted off and having followed the Dukan Diet (if its good enough for the Middletons....) to get myself as bikini ready as is possible for a woman with an advanced case of middle aged spread and although I did lose quite a bit of weight over an 8 week period (with quite a few days off) I don't know where it went from, as I didn't really feel I looked that different but I obviously was, as there was one pair of shorts that fitted perfectly before departure, that by the time I went to wear them on day 5, wouldn't even meet by about an inch, let alone do up with a squeeze!
I couldn't get straight back into the diet even though I had put on 6lb upon my return and probably another 6 this week, but am going to try my hardest to get going next week, even though I am suffering from post holiday stress disorder, a condition which means, you weren't away for long enough and deserve to return immediately!
Flying is always the worst thing about going away and this year I think I mixed my Gin and Tonic up a little too strong as I was totally rat arsed by the time I got to Gatwick and showed everyone up by bumping into people and various stationery objects and almost went "tits up" in Costa Coffee.
I sat on the plane, fell straight to sleep but awoke 45 minutes later to find we were still on the bloody runway and I was no longer pissed!
Claudia and Charlie, Chillaxing.
There were only 4 of us this time, Uni girl decided to stay at home and have her boyfriend stay and the eldest was gearing up for a mammoth trip to Thailand and I must say it never feels right when we are not all away together, the more the merrier, I love having all my kids with me, no matter how old they get and Little Man adores having his older sisters to amuse and water bomb him on a regular basis. Youngest daughter had only been home from Ibiza for 10 days before we left and the colour of her tan is bordering on obscene, not that I'm jealous or anything.
Get OH to take a picture and you are guaranteed it will be crap! Sunglasses, Dior, Maxi Dress, Great Plains, Bag, Alexander Wang, Sandals, Missoni and C begged me to let her borrow the Mykita Sunglasses for this shot! C in River Island Jumpsuit, Little Man in Hugo Boss and Boden Sunglasses.
We met up with my friend K and her husband and daughter. It is quite strange as I have never, ever stayed in touch with a holiday friend but I first met K and her family on our first trip to Marbs when we exchanged pleasantries whilst staying at the same hotel. The following year, we went to the same hotel but a week later in August and bumped into them again and we have been firm friends ever since. K is a bit of a style inspiration to me, a tiny and petite lady who at 2 years younger than me, shares a similar love of beautiful clothes and accessories. Only problem is she gets them and I just lust after them! She cracks me up with phone calls from Chanel asking me which bag she should buy whilst I look online to tell her of my choice.
We wandered around the shops of Puerto Banus eyeing up the new season designer goodies. It makes me feel quite ill checking out winter clothes in 90 degree heat, just looking at all the fur had me breaking out in a hot flush and after last years removal from Burberry after I tried to take a picture of the Plum coloured aviator jacket, I kept my iphone firmly in my bag and only pulled it out for a snap of some gorgeous Arm Candy in Salvatore Ferragamo because there didn't seem to be anybody around to give me a bollocking or have me arrested!
Arm Candy to die for, in Salvatore Ferragamo.
So now I'm back, the weather has been shit virtually all week and my tan is fading fast and I fear it may finally be time to check out the new season collections and start compiling a wish list of pieces I can't possibly afford when in reality I would give anything to be back in my kaftan, wafting round the pool and watching my kids having fun in the sun!
Are you craving a bit of sunshine?