If you watch my Instagram stories you would have seen that I stayed in a pretty spectacular London abode last week and I had so many messages asking about it that I thought I’d share all the details of my 24 hours in The Wellesley hotel. Last week I had a plan. Something happened at the beginning of the week that turned the next six days into a stressful haze which left me feeling pretty exhausted, unexpectedly emotional and altogether run down come Thursday. My plan was to check in to a beautiful central London hotel, have some ‘me’ time, relax and have the most productive two days to give me a head start on my schedule and take the pressure off creating content when things get insanely busy.
The plan didn’t exactly go to, well, plan. I had a last minute feature commission and my DPD driver went AWOL with my clothes order which meant I didn’t check in until 7pm. Nevertheless, The Wellesley lived up to everything I expected from the Knightsbridge abode. Sitting just a stones throw away from the iconic Hyde Park, the beautifully restored decommissioned London Underground station is comfortable grandoise personified. With its marble interiors and dazzling chandeliers, its elegant décor has The Great Gatsby written all over it. Having worked across the road many moons ago, it felt good to come back to my old luxury stomping ground.
I took advantage of The Wellesley’s complimentary Rolls Royce drop-off service and slipped into the plush leather interior to my morning meeting.
Amid the bustling traffic and weekday commuters, Knightsbridge offers a home away from home feel for me. From summer picnics with my colleagues to daily phone calls to my-now fiancee in the early flushes of romance, the SW postcode holds some very special memories for me. Although The Lansborough hotel dominates the Belgravia area, The Wellesley is an understated gem in th hotel landscape. Tired and defeated, I arrived to a warm welcome of smiling doormen and helpful reception staff. The lobby is awash with white marble, oversized chandeliers and floor-to-ceiling mirrors – in short, an Instagrammers dream! The smell of woody smoke wafts through the air as the hotels cigar bar (one of the largest in Europe dontchaknow) is within glancing distance.
Hailing back to the buildings 190’s era, the hotel has named all of their 36 rooms after celebrated figures of the time and, subsequently, I was staying in the Josephine Baker suite. The door was heavy, with an art deco handle, giving me a preview of what was to come the other side. Suddenly, the days woes disappeared when I saw the huge Carrara marble bathroom (complete with the dreamiest roll top bath) and walk-in shower. The lounge (yep, lounge!) was light and cosy with a plush crescent sofa and coffee table stocked with glossy fashion mags. Kitted out in rich plum tones and soft golden accents, it was homely and elegant with familiar touches like blossoming orchids and travel books scattered around the room.
Through the double doors came my bedroom featuring an oversized bed with buttery soft pillows, freshly pressed bedding and actual, real, proper slippers. Forget the flimsy towelling slip-ons you’d expect from hotel slippers, these were thick, cotton and oh-so luxe. With a 24-hour butler on hand (I know!), I hesitantly handed them my outfit for my morning meeting and was told it would be pressed and returned before the evening was out. Before the door had closed I had started to fill up the tub and gladly slipped into the bubbles to soak away the day, complimentary loafer et al. Thoroughly relaxed and clad in The Wellesley hotel’s dressing gown, I treated myself to a nightcap and drifted off into a peaceful slumber.
The next morning I found my pressed outfit safely in my wardrobe (how?!) and ordered an egg white omelette with sundried tomatoes, basil and cheese, fruit platter and tea for one as I watched London stir and wake beneath my feet. Dressed and ready to go, I took advantage of The Wellesley’s complimentary Rolls Royce drop-off service and slipped into the plush leather interior to my morning meeting. If this is a plan not going to plan, I’m going to come to The Wellesley more often!
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