Lulu talks Christmas trees and DIY fashion in day three of her personal diary.
Wednesday 21st August 2013
I wake to a hot summer’s day and yet have to dress as though it’s the middle of winter. I’m designing the Brown’s Hotel Christmas tree this year, so I’m having my picture taken there by our brand photographer, Stefan Sieler. I decide on a gold shirt and black pencil skirt, micro-mesh fishnets and my Marni wedges. I buy wedges in a new colour every season, as not only do they make me 4in taller, but they also allow me to be on my feet all day without the dreaded foot ache you get wearing killer heels.
I arrive at Brown’s at 10am and am greeted by the communications manager, Sophie. Together with Fran, my head of marketing and PR, we discuss my sketch for the tree and other areas of the hotel we could decorate. I’m thrilled to have been asked to design the tree this year, as I’ve always loved the sophistication of Brown’s. It’s the perfect blend of traditional and modern style. After we’ve talked business, I’m treated to a Ciaté manicure in the spa. I marvel at all the colours and other polish effects that have taken the world of nail art by storm, but stick with my signature red.
We rush back to the office to meet writer Camilla Morton for lunch. In the taxi I quickly call my daughter Maddy to see how her preparations for Reading Festival are going. It’s her first festival, which is a huge deal for her and her friends. I have known Camilla since I contributed to her fashion bestseller How to Walk in High Heels. She is now writing a DIY fashion book, which is basically a guide to making fun and fabulous fashion creations in your own home. I’m beyond excited to be involved with this project and honoured to be contributing alongside some of the world’s biggest designers.
We take her to the Dock Kitchen, a lovely little restaurant that’s a stone’s throw from my office. Sitting outside in the blazing sun, I have a feta and watermelon salad and calamari. It’s all very delicious, but now I wish I had worn something a little cooler. After throwing hundreds of ideas back and forth, we head back to the office to see whether any of them could actually be made at home by the readers of the book. We talk to the girls in design and production and come up with what we hope are great concepts.
My PA, Sam, who does a valiant job of trying to keep my schedule on track, has pages of diary dates for me to go through. As usual, I put her off, promising “tomorrow”, as a taxi is waiting downstairs to whisk me off to a top-secret meeting.
I arrive home after talking solidly for nine hours, to be met by Woffle and Daphne, my two Westies. Every evening they greet me, hysterical with excitement. I make a great fuss of them, careful not to give either more attention than the other, or else there will be reproachful looks and sulking.
Maddy is upstairs dying her hair pink and shows me a dizzying array of purchases from Poundland, including a wind-up torch and a blow-up cushion for Reading. Over a dinner of salmon and rice we discuss how on earth she is going to carry everything, including a three-man tent, on the train tomorrow. Then I get my fix of the Edinburgh Fringe Festival on the radio. I love comedy and follow the festival every year. I hope to go one day, but August seems to get busier with each passing year.