The loves of my life... Sophie White
Our resident Domestic columnist chats to our reporter about her whims, loves and annoyances.
My mother. She literally wouldn't tolerate not getting the mention here. She's my best friend and my sworn enemy.
Giving birth - awesome in the true sense of the word. I even got to cut the cord; it was like hacking through a pork fillet.
The moment of the day
Cooking dinner - I have a tiny kitchen, but the whole family crams in because my three-year-old always wants to be in the action and my baby refuses to be left out. My husband makes vodka tonics and we talk about our day.
Ain't Got No, I Got Life by Nina Simone. I love the lyrics of this especially.
Con Air, always and forever. It's a cracker: great characters, great music, extremely corny but still class.
My friend Jen. The reasons why are too numerous to detail here.
Tales of the City by Armistead Maupin. I read this series set in 1970s San Francisco during my teens and I think it genuinely opened my eyes... mainly to the 1970s gay bathhouse scene!
My Confirmation outfit - it was an homage to Gwen Stefani in the Don't Speak video, complete with bindi.
Mahooosive hoop earrings from my all-time fave shop, Om Diva, Drury Street.
My bicycle. I cycle everywhere and get very huffy if for any reason I have to walk.
The piece of advice
Eat butter (lots).
The beauty product Red lipstick. Or pink. Or orange. I'm big into a strong lip. Eye make-up is too much for me. I attempt a smoky eye and usually wind up looking like Noel Fielding.
Seb. He's my husband too. I like him well enough.
Sainte-Foy in the French Alps - eating, snowboarding and human pyramids.
The pet hate
Making plans. I get antsy about committing to things too far in advance; it's the main reason I nearly jilted my husband.
Red wine for heated debates, vodka tonics for perspective, Jägerbombs for pure boldness (see human pyramids, above).
Inis Meain Restaurant & Suites, Aran Islands. Seb and I went there on our honeymoon. The hotel has a great vibe of understated luxury that works with this wild landscape, and the food is to die for
The Bar With No Name, Fade Street.
The part of my body
My left thumb (I'm a loud and proud thumbsucker).
I am incapable of holding a grudge.
Wasting time - I could go on a deep Wikipedia tangent for hours.
Newborn baby heads (anybody's - mine, yours, that one over there - just give me a baby to smell, dammit).
Sea salt dark chocolate dipped in peanut butter.
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