Stella McCartney

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Subject:	I plead temporary insanity, and/or permanent bitchiness
Time:	1:47 pm.
Mood:	relaxed.

Yes lads and lasses my new store in Mayfair is going to be built alongside a gun manufacturer and hunting specialist. Wonder how that'll turn out. Just to piss them off I had horses painted on the boards covering the windows. It'll look spanking gorgeous when its done, if I do say so myself. It'll be nothing like the New York store but it'll still have the same beauty and elegance.

I completed a maternity line just last month. Especially for

zara_phillips and I. Haven't got *much* longer to go but theres' no need to keep looking like hell while I'm already moody and irritable.

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Subject:	Laziness. A lovely concept.
Time:	7:45 am.
Mood:	calm.

Now that all of Paris and its fashion critics have stopped badgering me I can finally relax. Ever notice how fashion week(s) are more like fashion months for designers? I'm dead spiffing, I only have to design one more collection for the year, put out a perfume, and consider a jewelry line and I'm done. Ho hum.

People have already started giving me shit about posting my views on the war. You have my most profound apologies, as I only felt semi-obligated, as a working part of political society, to say something.

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Subject:	At home. Finally.
Time:	4:57 pm.
Mood:	energetic.

I think now I can stay put for more than a month. That'll be lovely. There's just something about sleeping in your favorite bed; in your favorite spot of the world. I've come to find out that I have a new neighbor. I often see her poking about trying to have a look at who lives next door. She's even gone so far as to leave fruit cake on the door step. Minnie, my (vegetarian) dog, loved it. I'm so anal about my privacy. Paranoid me, acting up again.

Now as for this war with America. God bless Tony Blair for having some courage and a stiff neck. Really. The U.S. is the only country capable of disarming Saddam (all 5 of them, that is) and by supporting Bush he's showing the strength of our nation. Anywho, I just hope the matter can be resolved quickly and without the further deployment of British and U.S. troops. The less bloodshed the better. I know everything thinks that I'm a flower child. Being the daughter of a beatle, and all. I am pro peace, but I think the only way to gain peace is to disarm the awful wretch that is Saddam Hussein. My political rant for the day. Ignore it, insult me for it, discuss it, n'import.

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Subject:	Hurrah.
Time:	8:02 am.
Mood:	artistic.

I think the show went damned well. Cheers to all of you who attended :) The critics didn't give me shit this season. Ha! Always on about how I need to pull in more than Alexander McQueen or I'll no longer be under the 'safety' of the Gucci umbrella. I adore Alexander and I love his artistic vision; however I could do without the bondage-ish leather. We'll wait and see. It's been getting really difficult to keep the baby a secret, as obviously, I'm really starting to show. I had Patrick, my 3 year old nephew, for the day yesterday and he's right exhausting. Pip pip. Auntie Stelly wants a girl. Al and I have finally settled on Moyer Elizabeth or Eamon James. Won't be long now. Mme

zara_phillips and I are set to put on a charity fashion show. I'm sick of flip flops and the gap, so I'm going to be designing a materinity line; I might even do a little something for children. If I feel so moved. We still have to work out a lot of things, alors, don't be expecting it anytime soon :)

and a very Happy Birthday to

sean__b!!

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Time:	10:13 am.
Mood:	busy.

I've blossomed into a whale. How about that, eh? Goodness. I finally settled on music for the show. A few of you already know. The girls'll be strutting to girls and boys by blur as promised. No beatles. Hurrah.

And to Jonny, I finally finished your bloody dress. I'll ship it out eventually.

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Subject:	fashion related rubbish
Time:	8:41 am.
Mood:	busy.

what was I thinking when I chose this career. *sigh* Has anyone seen the new add campaign? See, being pregnant, some people think you're incapable of doing the stuff you've always done just because you're pregnant. Damn it. I didn't choose that layout, but I reckon it looks fine enough.

I can't wait to get the hell out of Paris and back into my own bed. Al's laughing at me. Hmph. Some husband.

Drew! babe? Have you recieved your formidably late birthday presents? I'd post them, but ;) I think you'll like them just the same.

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Subject:	is it possible to retire at 31?
Time:	4:57 pm.
Mood:	exhausted.

When I was sure I'd stopped all the pregnancy morning business I decided to get back to work.

Just in time for New York fashion week. Bloody hell.

I've missed a lot apparently, Phoebe and I are running rampant organizing our shows. British people. Always have to do everything ourselves. Just when I thought I was out of Paris. Everyones invited to the shows, with front row seats going to

k_beckinsale and

zara_phillips.

And may I also wish a very happy (belated) birthday to the lovely

drew_barrymore whom I shall call as soon as possible.

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Subject:	Happy St. Valentines all :)
Time:	4:45 pm.
Mood:	content.

I fucking love St. Valentine's Day. Such a cute holiday. I woke up to about a dozen flower arrangements around our bed. Al is so lovely, knows I have a thing for orchids. Other than lazing about the place, admiring my orchids, today has been fairly uneventful :) ...thus far.

The lovely

zara_phillips and I are planning a charity fashions show. I've sketched a few simple things, I'll elaborate on them all later, when I get back into the groove of working. It's strangely fulfilling, being pregnant. Heh, fancy that.

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Time:	11:53 pm.
Mood:	amused.

*huffs* I give up! I'll let Al name the baby.

I went and got a manicure today. For the first time in my life. How anti-British of me. My mother would lower her head in shame if she knew I rather enjoyed it :) Ah well. Further proves how lazy I've been lately, they should never've let me work from home...heh...idiots.

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Subject:	Moving...
Time:	7:40 pm.
Mood:	contemplative.

It's only just struck me how lovely it is to be working from home. (This is while I'm packing up my stuff, ready to move into Belgravia. ) Notting Hill has served me well, I should think Al and I will be happier and more comfortable in Belgravia. It'll be difficult to avoid people but Al always helps me handle them with grace. At least I can keep up with my horses. I wonder what the baby's going to be. I want a surprise. Al and I have settled on a few names, though, knowing us they're subject to change :)

Girl:
Sarah Linda
Anna Catherine

Boy:
Colin Maddox
James Henrick

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Subject:	What I love about America...
Time:	4:02 pm.
Mood:	bored.

I don't know why, but I felt the need to make a list of what I like about America and/or Americans. [Consider this post OOC :) ]

- ebonics
- the coke, it tastes better :)
- pop tarts
- call waiting
- caller I.D.
- New York
- lack of school uniforms :)
- it never rains (which I love)
- Marc Jacobs
- bergdorf
- rockless beaches
Edit: dunkin' donuts ( cheers Alan ;) )
*I'll add more later :)

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Subject:	comfort...sort of
Time:	12:16 pm.
Mood:	cheerful.

I love being home. Nothing could be more fulfilling. I've dragged Alasdhair everywhere so we could share our news with everyone. We've decided to stay in England. It is home after all and where we always intended on raising our kids. Here's to being a London-based designer once again :) The wildlife refuge is finally getting somewhere. Now that I don't have to devote all my attention to that anymore I can work on more important things.

I can't wait to get out of Notting Hill. Sure, it's lovely but some of the people are so damned pretentious and arrogant. Honestly, they bitched at me for putting up an outdoor shower on my roof. First off, its a 3 story house so from the ground you can't bloody well see it. Lastly, its none of their fucking business. According to my lovely neighbours, it makes the sky-line 'un-even'. Well fuck me then! Bleeding idiots. Also, I bought that old, run-down church on Goldbourne and planned on putting up a studio in its place but there are so many fine lines to cross I'm ready to just pay someone to work on it all for me. The town house in Belgravia is nearly done. It's a perfect house to fill with children. I plan to put a roof-top terrace on it as well. I may be over-doing it a bit, but if you grew up with 5 other people in a 2 bedroom house until you were 15 you'd understand perfectly.

Mary and Kate insist that I let them throw a baby shower for me. When was it? Ugh, can't remember. I threw a baby shower for Mary and then I invited Kate and Sadie, Sheelah, and Phoebe. It ended up just being a lot of pregnant women. Save me and Phoebe, of course. This baby has made itself very known. Especially in the morning. Better go..

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Time:	9:47 am.
Mood:	giddy and slightly lethargic.

Ugh. I feel like such a cow. Nothing much has happened since my last post. I went to the doctor's yesterday and recieved some wonderful news. I'm pregnant. Alasdhair and I didn't really plan this but we're absolutely thrilled. How I'm going to juggle my career and a baby I do not know, but we'll figure it out somehow. I'll be back in ladbroke Sunday to visit everyone and share the good news. I'll be in touch~

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Time:	3:46 pm.
Mood:	ecstatic.

[OOC:I'm moving. Hurrah!! I found out a while ago but I wasn't completely sure until now. I'm posively giddy, new internship, bigger flat :) I can't wait! It'll probably take me a week or two to get everything packed and when I get there it'll probably take twice as long to get everything unpacked. I'll update Stella at work or something, when I can. Do pardon m-Stella's absence. *dances* Brighton! Hurrah!!]

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