Having won the category of ‘Great Interiors’ from the annual Spear’s ‘Design For Living Awards’ in May, they asked if I would contribute to the bi-monthly magazine.

I thoroughly enjoyed writing the diary and it gave me a wonderful opportunity to tell all about my recent purchase, a house in Romania….

To read the diary in full, please click here.

I have been quoted in today’s Daily Mail on some recent photographs I saw of Gaddafi’s fantasy interiors and adore the daughters’ bed.

It is pure theatre and I doubt it is meant to be funny, but you have to agree it is so very amusing and surreal. It instantly reminded me of the work by Rex Whistler.

Other parts of the house and grounds were sadly less than impressive!

I’m probably not among Campana’s biggest followers, and while the idea of turning Chaos into Beauty is appealing - there is something a bit junky about junk - no matter how cleverly it is transformed.

I’m also not a big fan of Camper shoes - which are a bit clunky for my taste.

Put the two together however, and I think they have created something entirely brilliant in their Manhattan shop near Bloomingdales. Dripping wicker?!!!! Divine!!!!!

On my recent return from staying in Italy, I got an email from my beautiful friend Susie Brooke on Facebook. Susie, asked me if I had any contact with Lee Radziwill, Jackie Kennedy’s exquisite younger sister. Susie had found some photographs taken years ago in Barbados of Lee and her husband Prince Stas Radziwill, their children and John-John and Caroline Kennedy when very young.

This was an amazing coincidence, as Lee was the very person I had been staying with in Italy.

I cannot spend time in New York without thinking of Marlo Thomas. She is my youngest daughter’s superhero. It changes the way I engage with the city because I always feel ‘That Girl’ is walking beside me with a big optimist’s grin and clean white gloves. Marlo was, however, decidedly absent from the dark, gothic and sublime McQueen exhibition which I just managed to catch at the 11th hour. There is no point in writing on since it has been only too well covered. If you have not had enough the Met blog is the best.

I had also missed the ‘Daphne Guinness gets dressed for the Met ball in Barney’s Window’ event altogether so here it is…if you, like me, have been otherwise occupied.

Now REALLY what I was up to…was a delicious tete-a-tete lunch with the legendary Jeremiah Goodman. I had a good snoop through his uber chic apartment, yours for the hunting (Architectural Digest October 2003), where every biblot and tchotchke is a story unto itself.

Sporting our ‘gin grins’… and heat weary…we tottered over to Pottertons so he could sign yet some more books.

Then a terrific gossip and giggle over lunch, which resulted in my new favourite possession d’jour.