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For the last few months I have been putting my Robert Welch signature knives through their paces and thought – as this corner of the internet plays host to all the things I love – it was time I gave them a swoon of their own.

I had invested little time or money into my own knives until this Summer and, from what I understand from everyone I’ve spoken to in the months since, I’m not alone. Many of us simply believe knives are knives. That bread isn’t made to be cut easily or that a good chef’s set is only that of the tortured professional.

Knives have proved to be so much more. From my very first introduction, I’ve used my Signature set like extensions of my own arms. I’ve used the weight of the handles like a team of sous chefs. I’ve sliced loaves of bread in machine-worthy equal slices. I’ve created exceptionally flavoured sauces and dishes unlike that of my blunt-knived past. Even on my lazier days, the Signature Cooks’ Knife tackles everything from lemons to mint with such ease it suggests it knows exactly what dish I’m trying to make.

As if the ability to move around the kitchen like a stainless steel-weilding chef isn’t glory enough.

I could not recommend the set more and – thankfully – I’ve just been informed that they are hosting a competition so you can win your very own Signature set (right here)! I’ll keep everything crossed for you, babe.

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london blogger
Forever playing tourist in my own city, I was thrilled to round off a jam-packed work week with an exploratory afternoon discovering the hidden gems of Greenwich with Visit London.

We started the afternoon by heading to The Royal Academy on a City Cruise, ascended the secret steps of the belltower while a period film was being shot in The Painted Hall, played a few exhausting rounds of “bowling”, followed it with a private look around The Cutty Sark (now one of then most unique architectural accomplishments in London), hopped back on the Thames to cruise down to the Emirates Air Line, and eventually ended up at The Intercontinental’s Clipper Bar (one of my favourite bars in London) for cocktails.

An exploration of such magnitude presented the perfect opportunity to whip out my new favourite dress and become the accidental “unidentified woman walking” in more than a handful of photographs.

It was a very special day with very special people in a very special dress.

What I Wore;
Vintage-style fold over Bardot dress from House of Fraser

Top photo credit: Efe. A brilliant human and photographer.

Looking for more?
Alice (@alisinworldland on Instagram) and I just hosted a Facebook Live all about our London loves – click here to watch it!

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phoneless friday
How easy do you think it would be to go phoneless for a day?

Yes, phoneless. Not foodless, clothesless, or waterless. Phoneless.

Did the first make you a little bit more anxious than the rest? Don’t worry. It did for me, too.

At the same time, Save The Children asked if I was brave enough to endure a ‘Phoneless Friday’ and I couldn’t really decline; the campaign encourages people to get together with their friends and make it through one day without a phone. Modern comfort zones, be gone!

In retrospect, I probably wouldn’t have chosen a day where I was travelling half way across the country to a place I had never been.

Alas – I woke up, pulled out a notebook, and kicked it old school.

If I had a question, “OK Google” was not an option. If I saw something a wanted to take a picture of, I had to whip out my DSLR. If I wanted to get in contact with someone, I…well…pretty much couldn’t.

Instead, I put pen to paper for every potential tweet, question, or to do list-worthy thought I had come to rely on my phone for. As you can see (I truly encourage you to read all four ridiculous pages).

In all seriousness, I found the challenge one of positivity and self-awareness. It made me feel more connected to my environment, the people I was with, and the experiences I had. As one wise woman wrote (ahem in the pages of this very post ahem), you don’t have to be connected to feel connected.

Enjoy the fruits of my genuine labour, sign up here, and let me know if you think you’ll get on any better or worse than I did.

Probably should have invested in a few maps and backup plans beforehand, though.

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phoneless friday
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big easy brunch london
When my beloved Vicki told me she’d be in town with her beautiful family after a few weeks in France, I couldn’t think of anything better that enjoying an indulgent weekend brunch with the gang at Big Easy in Covent Garden.

I had been meaning to try out their weekend brunch for quite some time; as an American brunch-lover, the celebrated States-spired restaurant was practically made for me.

Having just finished The Color Run, The Boy and I hot-footed it into town – coloured hair and all – to for celebrations and catch-ups aplenty.

The food, in true Americana style, hit a home run. The adults tackled a boozy brunch (of which there’s an unlimited option*) of proseccos, beers, lobster rolls (with perfect fries), french toast waffles (with bacon & maple syrup – my dream), smoked salmon & cream cheese on sourdough, and the best lobster mac ‘n’ cheese I’ve had the fortune of scooping more than my fair of.

As Oliver and Xander dined on hamburgers, fries and milkshakes that we all tried stealing bits of when they weren’t looking, Big Easy proved to be a pride of the Deep South for kids of all ages.

* The Unlimited Boozy Brunch: bottomless wine, prosecco or Big Easy Brew with the infamous Limitless Bar.B.Q or Lobster Fest.

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big easy brunch london
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