Pippa Vosper Can Do No Wrong

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What would life be without the odd crush? Girl crushes do tend to be a little bit easier on marriages. At the moment my Cupid's bow is directly aimed at Pippa Vosper: stylist, spin instructor, owner of the best legs in London. I think of PV as a modern Valkyrie incarnate, I followed her pregnancy blog where she looked like the most divinely knocked up Vestal Virgin and then her wedding blog; one day, I shall attend her spin class and lay rice at her feet. Ok, maybe a shrilly uttered, "I love your style" will suffice.

Her adorable son, Astor.

And the Swede who made it all possible.

Pippa Vosper.