Twas the night before Xmas

MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ONE AND ALL DARLINGS!
Things are just busy busy busy right now so will fill you all in asap! Am off to eat, drink and be merry!

LOVE LOVE LOVE

Life is just one cocktail after the next...

THINGS I LOVE:


Christmas with my family- squabbles and all
When my hubby cooks me dinner
Eating street food- Sev Puri is my fave
Walking round the house in my knickers in the hot and steamy Mumbai heat
Cocktails with my friends especially when you end up having a boogie
Cuddles with the little munchkins whilst watching tv
Chamak Challo the song
A Snickers bar right out of the refrigerator
Seeing the little man win over the big "CORPORATION"
BOLLYWOOD O.T.T' (It's a whole look)
Going to the movies in India and ordering whatever I want to eat
Sushi and sashimi at The Four Seasons 
Sunday brunches in Mumbai with free flowing cocktails
Eating Oysters in Cap Ferret
MY TWO HANDSOME BOYS
Jimmy Choo shoes...on my feet
FRANCE for "Oh so many reasons"
My aaji who is one of the people I most admire in my life
Shopping at the DIOR store (Avenue Montaigne) in Paris
Having a life full of freedom...something so many people are not blessed with
Ooh la la- Tu Hai Meri Fantasy the song
Being able to say I am part Indian
AUSTRALIA'S draw dropping coastline
Getting a manicure in India...ahhh bliss
Babies...need I say more
Having a driver after a long lunch out with the girls
Spending time with the children of Mumbai who are less fortunate than my own
Old friends from high school that I'm still close to
Wearing an amazing outfit and knowing everyone else thinks it is too
Dancing till dawn
Yoga first thing in the morning followed by juice and muesli
Foie gras on a warm brioche (not good for the arse but hey!)
Pani puri with the MINX

Tu Hai Meri Fantasy

I need a double shot right NOW

So "HRH" made the faux pas of going to the hairdressers without moi yesterday. Big mistake (like as in when Julia Roberts used this line in Pretty Woman) big mistake! I arrived home to find our bathroom door locked and our housekeeper extremely concerned about "sir". I knocked on the door gently and using my most soothing voice I asked what was wrong with HRH. No response. After a good ten minutes "HRH" finally coughed up the truth. He had made an attempt at colouring his hair at the hairdressers today....my heart began to pound rather fast. "What the hell do you mean?" I asked- adding "darling" in at the end for good measure. "Your hair looked fab as it was love!" I cooed nervously. "We don't call you the silver fox for nothing!" There was a hint of desperation by now. "C'mon now, no more joking around you know we have a big dinner with friends tonight- show yourself buddy." Slowly the door handle turned and HRH came out meekly...I gasped in horror. Oh no. "What the f#*k!"

Trust me you don't want to wake up next to him!

The man that stood before me was not my husband. At least I hoped he wasn't. Oh god I needed a drink. I called out to our housekeeper to make an emergency G&T and pronto. And I ushered the "thing" that stood before me back into the bathroom. Poor HRH had a head of red hair. I'm not kidding you- I mean ginger red. That awful colour that some Indian men go when they have applied henna to their hair and the sun exposure turns it a red/ginger (near Ronald bloody McDonald) colour. Freaking hell. We couldn't go out to dinner with everyone that night to "THE TABLE" in south Mumbai with HRH looking like that. He would clash with his prada shirt I'd just bought him! Fashion faux pas number 1. Don't channel Ronald McDonald EVER!
Apparently he had gone down to "Toni & Guy" Bandra and thought he would take his senior hairstylist's (my bloody arse) opinion. What a friggin disaster. "Call the driver darling you're heading back to Toni & Guy."
As I headed off to pick the kids up from school and the radio blared "Oh La La- Tu Hai Meri Fantasy" I prayed that HRH would come to his senses and correct the horrific hair colour situation. What was he doing colouring it anyway? I had always told him the silver fox look was a winner. Was he having an affair? They say men go and do silly things like this when they have a new lover...No of course not. What was I bloody thinking?
When I got back from school I paced around waiting for HRH's return. Finally the key turned in the lock and he was back. OH MY GOD! His hair was worse. He had gone jet black. NOOOOOOOOO! Why? Why would he do this to me? To us?
I nearly fainted. HRH has had silver hair for so long that it was like Richard Gere walking in with jet black hair if you get my drift...it was shocking. It was awful. What would the regrowth look like? Calling it a disaster would have been a euphemism if ever I heard one. Okay. Breathe. It's nearly christmas. You love your husband. (Son of a b#*ch- how could he do this before our pre xmas dinner with friends?) And he was smiling. He twirled himself around and said "Taadaa... all fixed darling!" I could have wrung his little neck...
By the look on my face he new things were FAR from fixed. I told him to take a look in the mirror. That he looked a little different and our friends and family would be shocked. (To say the least.) Aaree yaar. At this point I didn't think even his own kids would recognise him anymore!

That crack was a BIG MISTAKE...big mistake.

Finally he realised that even though our driver had given him the thumbs up of approval it wasn't the best gage. Reality hit. And hard. "Oh my god I can't go out like this can I ?" He cried. I shook my head sadly and that was when he knew he would never be going to Toni and Guy's again- or would ever think of colouring his hair ever again. I told him that I even thought he may have been having an affair when he came home with red hair. Poor HRH was so upset. He cancelled dinner with our friends and whisked me off for a romantic dinner for two at Olive in Pali Hill. It was a great night even if I did feel like I was dining with Richard Gere on crack...LOL. His heart is in the right place. I'll just have to get used to it for a while. I know what will be top of his christmas list now....A BLOODY HAT!
And with that I must fly. The tiddly winks are on holiday already so I should probably organise a play date or two. It's christmas week and now I'm in search of a good hat shop. I know a fabulous one in Portofino but Mumbai? Hmmmm. May have to google it. HRH is in desperate need.
Thanks for reading everyone and stay tuned for more hijinks. The QM arrives on wednesday and have managed to pin down KCM. He's flying in from Bangkok. Lord knows what he's been up to.
Queenie xxx

Dreams

An Xmas champagne coctail s'il vous plait?

Namaskar readers, on this lovely cool sunday morning in the city of all cities- MUMBAI!
We are now officially 7 days out from Christmas and it will be my first ever celebrated in India. Christmas brunch has been booked, flights organised to Jaipur, hotels sorted in Agra for the Taj Mahal visit and our regular driver is ready to go in Udaipur one of my favourite places in all the world. My christmas tree is up with presents underneath and the little munchkins have written their letters to father christmas too. What to do now? Eat. Drink. And of course be merry. My very festive red louboutins are out of the box ready to wear and I'm just finalising my ensemble for the big day. Somehow I don't think my Herve Leger silver bandage dress will be suitable? I might go the more casual Chloe day dress? Hmmm yes. Will need something expandable to say the least. Christmas brunch will be a long affair I can assure you. I wonder if Santa got me the Jade Jagger jewellery from "Le Mill" that I'd been wanting as a stocking filler? I doubt it. Santa has gotten a little practical in his older age these days (wink wink.)

Dreams by Sapana Spring Summer 2011 collection

I had some cocktails with a gorgeous designer last night (at Esco Bar in Bandra) who is still a relative secret (very exclusive and hush hush) nobody likes to wear mainstream these days. Sadly Ritu Kumar has joined the mainstream crowd in my books. I'm all about exclusivity and being able to wear fabulous designers that not every tom, dick or Aditya would wear. So I have ordered this fabulous outfit for an upcoming event I have planned. It's a long white skirt with a gold and black trim and the sexiest teeny tiny matching bolero jacket. I think this piece would be a show stopper. Of course we can only dream of looking like the model (sadly I DO NOT grizzle grizzle fricking cheese naans!) but even if I look half as good as her then I'll be over the moon. Take a squizz at her website too ( right hand sidebar beside the image- DREAMS BY SAPANA) as she custom makes divine pieces and location is no problem. You can be in the states (she's actually american but based in Mumbai now) or Australia or the U.K and still wear these unique outfits! Woohoo. I'm sold baby.
What else is new? Ohhh yes I was out and about at the Oberoi mall and spotted my fave Priyanka Chopra and SRK promoting the launch of the new Don 2 games. HRH was thrilled and I do have to admit that Pri was looking pretty amazing in her light pink mini dress. DAMN them Indian hotties. I mean I'm half Indian but I just don't seem to get any of the good traits. Oh well, hi ho hi ho it's off to the bloody gym I go. I have to try to get into my "Dreams by Sapana" outfit soon. Crikey.
Hope all your xmas preps are going good darlings... when all else fails just pop a bottle of champers I say. I mean it's christmas so it's obligatory.
Queenie xxx