LFW, The Week of Fashion, whatever you want to call it London Fashion Week is upon us and in full swing.

If like me the Tatler fairy didn’t deliver you a front row ticket, it’s perhaps hard to feel involved especially if you aren’t in the Capital.

Yet that’s not damping my mood this morning. While playing tug of war with Boo using my clothes as the rope I’m already looking forward to making a quick dash to Starbucks after our 9 am appointment to connect to their Wi-Fi so we can catch Mulberry’s Spring Summer 2013 Show live online from 10 am.

Is the live steaming of fashion shows a dilution of London Fashion Week? Am I their target audience? Yes I have a slight fetish when it comes to Mulberry in particular their bags (I fear this may have been inherited by Boo) but am I likely to spend thousands of pounds on the capsule collection of SS 2013? Probably not.

For me London Fashion Week is about seeing the best of British designers in anyway that I can so if that means for half an hour or so I look slightly deranged sat in Starbucks with a yodeling one year old while I’m oohing and aahing with perhaps even the odd swoon over a particular outfit then so be it.

Fashion is an expression available to all and for me London Fashion Week is a lovely big reminder that I am a Mummy. Yes. Mumsie. No.

Autumn is just around the corner meaning it will soon be time to start planning winter wardrobes and in particular the Christmas season outfits and for me that can mean only one thing. Dresses!

Dresses along with handbags are a subject close to my heart. In fact I feel more comfortable in a dress than a tracksuit; that’s not to say I walk round glammed up all the time – far from it.

I’ve always loved dresses, for me they’re an obvious choice: versatile, fun and feminine even when they paired with Wellington boots and chunky knit tights!

I’ve been faithful to the one piece even when it was spending a few years at the back of the fashion line but now they’re back and bang on trend I’m spoilt for choice.

When I was pregnant last year I found it a nightmare to find clothes that not only fit and were comfortable but allowed me to remain looking like me, and then I remembered ASOS. Their maternity range is a dream, when looking through I often forgot that it was indeed designed to accommodate my ever-growing bump. On top of style is the price, let’s face it we’re not pregnant for long so the price tag should reflect this and with ASOS being affordable it’s so easy to create the perfect maternity wardrobe stuffed with pretty yet practical dresses.

ASOS also offer a Curve and Petite range. The new ranges have just hit the website meaning even more choice ready for the Christmas party season.

Having struggled to shift the baby weight I can say that I am super tempted to stock up on the biscuits just so I can creep up a size or two to fit into this gorgeous party dress from ASOS Curve!

Just like a good friend ASOS has been with me through my experimental days as a teenager (I can remember ASOS being my first attempt at online shopping!) to my fashion forward and statement conscious time as a student; heck they even helped me look less frumpy bump and more bumpalicious while I was pregnant with Boo.

Nowadays my social calendar may not be overflowing with invitations like it use to be and my first reaction when scheduling an event is childcare instead of the perfect clutch for the chosen dress but one thing is for certain: a quick visit to ASOS while sipping a cup of tea surrounded by a mountain of chores belonging in suburbia and the Rosie I love and know is back, lusting after pretty dresses and planning the next addition to my jam packed wardrobe.

Discover more dresses from the new ASOS range on their website

Disclosure: A fee was received for this post but in no way affects the honesty of my opinions and experiences told in my own words.

Say hello to Rabbit who is in fact older than me. He was a present from my Uncle when my Mother announced she was pregnant with me so in essence was my first toy.

Over the years people have often asked what his name is and when a toddler I would answer in my clipped tones “Rabbit! His name is Rabbit!” You could see people puzzled by his name expecting instead a fluffy name or even Bunny but the truth is I was a rather precise child, so it seemed natural to me to call him what he was.

However he was no ordinary Rabbit. In my younger years he was often referred to as my husband, brother, son and friend. I would take him with me wherever I went, telling whichever adult I was with what Rabbit was feeling: “Rabbit would really like an ice cream, and I think he deserves one seeing as he’s been good all day”. Yet I balanced it by being angry at Rabbit if he had done something not so positive “Oh dear, naughty Rabbit has spilt his drink on the table…Again!”

Along with my thumb-sucking, Rabbit is and I’m ashamed to say still is a comfort for me. So ok it’s been a good few months since I snuck my thumb in for a cheeky two minutes while playing with Rabbit’s ears!

As I got older he became old and bald so Mummy said it was best if he stayed in my bed during the day to rest so he was ready for lots of hugs at bedtime. Even as I got older it wasn’t until I was a teenager that I wouldn’t wake up if I couldn’t find Rabbit in my bed while I slept.

He’s been everywhere including New York, university, heartache and even 3 am feeds with Boo.

He now lays his head on my bedside table and the best thing is that I was really nervous to allow Boo near him incase she hurt him but in fact when occasionally he does join us for Mummy bed snuggles Boo studies him with fascination and kisses him.

So perhaps I’m cheating by including Rabbit on the favourite childhood toy meme hosted by A Mummy Too. He’s not a toy, he is Rabbit and more importantly he is my Rabbit and I love him.