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My Miracle Dr Mistry

Saturday, December 31st, 2011

With Dr Mistry at his shop.

I write this on New Year’s Eve, as it seems appropriate: this being a portal into the new year, filled with hopes and dreams, parties and resolutions.  This time last year I was well on the way to being a mother: sporting capes and flat shoes; I followed Dr Mistry’s health and diet regime ‘happy food’ to a capital T.  The result?  The healthiest of babies, the easiest of labours in my group of NCT mothers despite my being the eldest.

Turn back two New Year’s Eves however, and there was I felt little chance of my being a mother.  I tried to remain optimistic, but somehow the curt sharp words of the specialist I had seen just after our honeymoon, paralysed me into believing their version of my destiny.  Perhaps we wouldn’t have a baby; perhaps this would be our lot.  I tried to remain optimistic, yet recently married to a man whom I had loved for many years, it felt so spare to think this was it.  Nine months later on a whim, a half-conscious last resort, one Saturday I walked to South End Green with my god daughter to see Dr Mistry at his shop.  I had known him for many years, he had cured me of acne, and a friend of rheumatism with his simple vitamin and diet regimes mapped out on a hand drawn A4 paper chart.  Nine months had been long enough to incubate an impotent sense of fertility failure imploding as it did upon the previous many months: the specialist’s words had  become my grey reality.

Dr Mistry led me into his consulting room, read my pulse and announced this was all rubbish, that if I followed his routine, taking this before breakfast, that after, eating this and that so on, I would be pregnant within 3 months.  Wow I thought, really?  It all sounded too simple, too good to be true.  The consultation was free, as all his are, the supplements cost me £50.  The chart was stuck to the fridge, this was easy to follow; there aren’t many components to his remedies, since Dr Mistry adheres to simple, sage methods.  6 weeks is all it took; not even the 3 months he had confidently scheduled.  It was while we were on holiday in Turkey that the nausea, the exhaustion kicked in: the giveaway signs that I was pregnant.  I couldn’t, wouldn’t believe it and looking back I realise what a voyage it has been, as while he read my pulse as pregnant when we returned and I knew in my heart he was right when we were back, the first test showed up as negative.  My lovely client Charlotte Church was one of the first to reassure me that this happens, these tests are not the 99.9% accurate they proclaim in bold typeface they are on their packaging; but of course we all are more likely to believe the certainies, not the 72 year old Asian Ayurvedic Dr working from his health food pharmacy in NW3.

If there is one thing, actually I have learnt so many things this year, it can’t be refined down to one, but if I have learnt one large lesson this year, it is this: that babies are miracles and they are more likely to come from love, from simple healthy happiness with guidelines such as those outlined by Dr Mistry, as they are by specialists, especially if like the one I saw they drown you in negatives, in proportions, in fear.  Dr Mistry points out that each person can transform their body through their diet: nothing is unchangeable.

One friend of mine has just had twins thanks to Dr Mistry again after only 6 weeks, another couple we know it took only 2!  Meanwhile friends I sent for polycystic ovaries, for anaemia and other ailments, all report remarkable recoveries.  A lot of the products are manufactured by him, even a range of beauty products and creams, where though the packaging is not Space NK standards – the products with their potentised organic ingredients are – at a fraction of the cost.  The House of Mistry Herbal Baby Powder eradicated my baby’s skullcap within a day, while the calendula cream removed nappy rash within hours.

Jeremy and I are the most exhausted we have ever, or shall ever be, the headlong jump into parenting being a crazy initiation, where other parents nod in coded agreement at the utter relentless tiredness of the first year; yet somehow relating in direct proportion to the immense love we feel for our baby son: it is molecular and endless.  As the person we dreamed into being becomes not someone we see reflections of ourselves in, but his own beautiful, unique self.  I can never thank Dr Mistry enough for what his simple guidance did for us, given that he is a man not charging thousands, instead offering his services for free; a man whose spiritual harmony is at the heart of his work.  We still follow his simply healthy steps, they are common sense with a dash of the spiritual mixed in.  The result?  The healthiest, the happiest of babies, the best gift of my life.

Dr Mistry, Dukey and I.

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How to Dress the Bump: Or How This Stylist Styled Her Burgeoning Bump Through London Fashion Week and Beyond…

Tuesday, March 1st, 2011

Working out wardrobe dilemmas is how I earn my daily bread, nothing sartorial fazes me: not a client with weekly weight shifts, a 14 page shoot to prep, style and turnaround in 24 hours, or even the edit of a half-made collection for a show that week.  Not one for wardrobe malfunctions, I long ago worked out what suits my silhouette and style and loved nothing more than dressing up box playtime, either for a shoot, or my own personal catwalk of life.  However, when Dr Mistry the ayurvedic doctor miracle worker, whose amazingly simple diet and health plan helped me to conceive, relayed to me in his own uniquely direct terms that a) I would be putting on weight, so out would have to go my ritualised routine of salad, salad, salad, b) no more heels through the pregnancy, c) no stress, certainly no more Tracy Anderson cardio work outs and d) nothing tight on belly; this was a styling challenge, even I was scared of.  After years of training myself thin, the mental adaptation to embracing the curves and loving the bump has been a journey: both sartorial and emotional.  Now 7 1/2 months into my pregnancy, my much loved and anticipated baby boy is due in April, meanwhile my body and body-image have had to shift a few gears: no longer am I  able to rely on the small waist/D cup cleavage/long legs I took for granted, yet never thought good enough.  D has grown to F cup and counting, my legs are not as sylph-like as they were when Tracyed to the max, weight seems to be being stored haunch-like, to see me through the next stage, nice.   Translation: there is no waist, the bump is out and proud, a force to be reckoned with, a love overwhelming.

Onto my dilemma: how to dress through London Fashion Week?  I’ve decided against a Eurostar trip to Paris for the shows there, as though they are the climax of and inspiration for the season ahead, and while Paris might be labelled the city of romance and the historical locale of the troubadour, in terms of chivalry, London’s fashion show security and prs win the good manners battle hands down.  Sometimes at the Paris shows, security seem to mistake a bunch of high heeled fashion editors for kettled student protestors: I have seen pushing, screaming, elbows and worse flying, hilariously stressful and ridiculously anti-chevalier.  Better this season then, to glean my showtime inspiration from and enjoy the shows here, where I was treated like a queen.

Having bitten the pregnancy bullet and acquiesed to Dr Mistry’s no heels ruling, I months ago packed away my gorgeous collection of heels: this is a woman whose runabout shoe had a 4 inch heel, that was tough, there was a tear.  As someone who loathes change, it was as much for the joy of surrendering to this overwhelming new love, as realising I am currently a protector, a vehicle for my baby’s wellbeing, combined with the dread of becoming a drudge…  Deciding to embrace the dictate, I bought several pairs of practical flat boots and shoes and averted my eyes anytime I saw something gorgeously delectable in the sales. Solutions to how to dress the bump and burgeoning bustline?  ’60’s style Empire line dresses seemed to work for me, as they swing away from the body, grazing the curves.  I bought three dresses from the lovely Lizzie at Mishka, my favourite vintage shop in North London, had two shortened, so they were less burqa-like and showed a bit of leg – to off-set the higher necklines – which somehow feels more appropriate now with my lack of cinched waist-action.   Etsy and Ebay also sourced some lovely gems: one folkloric in red ’70s patterned cotton, one more like the traditional Turkish school-uniform with its crisp white collar and ribbon tie on a simple black woollen dress, which as a child I had always admired when my cousins wore theirs’ to school in the old country.

Below are some images taken through London Fashion Week and a dress down Sunday, which I hope will show how I propose to combine style with substance, comfort with joy.

Dress: Etsy, Jacket: Philip Lim, Hat: Hat Shop in Beyoglu, Istanbul

Head Dress: Piers Atkinson, Jacket: Aquascutum, Shawl, Margiela, Belt: Dries van Noten, Dress: vintage Roland Klein

Stylist's little tip: bring the 'waist' higher to Empire Line proportions, add a suit-style jacket to tailor the silhouette, shirt dresses hide and glide over bumps forgivingly, gold for glory, why try to hide it?!? - aka the bump is out and proud!

Dress: Ebay, Owl Pendant: Portobello Market, Head Dress: Ashley Isham Archive

Boots: vintage Charles Jourdan, Tights: Jonathan Aston, Shawl: Tallulah and Hope. Shawls: long since a staple of my wardrobe, currently invaluable for a dash of on-trend swish!

Cloche Hat: Lock and Co, Dress: Margiela, Jacket: Aquascutum, Belt: Dries Van Noten, Boots: Black Truffle. This dress has been a much-loved, expensive Paris purchase bought many seasons ago, the day I learnt that buying well meant buying to last. I love the way it hugs, without groping, my (ever-changing) shape: part nun-like, eternally chic.

Hat: Stephen Jones, Cape: Wimbledon Car Boot Sale, Leggings: Oasis, Socks: Topshop, Boots: Native American Store,west Village, NYC.

Kimono Top: Topshop, Leather Waistcoat: Beyond Retro.

Swing Coat: Mishka, Tights: Wolford, Bag: Angel Jackson, Hat: Lock and Co, Boots: Black Truffle.

1930's Lace Dress: Mishka, Jacket: Charity Shop in Knightsbridge, Hat: Browns Focus, Bag: Angel Jackson.

Dress Down Sunday, at the Heath. Hat: Bora Aksu, Sunglasses: Yves St Laurent, Jacket: Isabel Marant, Army Shirt, Squadron, Jogger-style Top: Matthew Williamson, Shalwa Joggers and Top Just Seen Underneath: Topshop, and yes those are Uggs, blame it on the bump!..

Ok ladies, here my bump(s) are displayed out and proud.  My self-taught top tips for trying to combine looking stylish with an ever-growing pregnancy girth?

1) We are pregnant, not invisible: learn to love the bump and be as adventurous, or discreet as you feel that day; personally I loved my glory in gold look.

2) Shirt dresses, which can be cinched in at a different point of the body than the waist (impossible to get a belt around now anyway!), can work in a multiple of ways: with leggings loose, or Empire Line as I wear mine.

3) Long Dresses: personally I prefer the Margiela/nun-like silhouette: less 70’s maxi, which I love, but with wedgie heels or flip-flops, not flats and as heels are banned, unless the sun shines brightly between now and April 28th , I think are best left for high summer.  The more figure-gliding long length works wonderfully with flat boots and brogues for winter-spring fashionability.

4) Jackets: A smart suit-style jacket over the more figure-hugging looks, I feel works well  as it adds a structured shape and means not everything is on show, bulging bumptastic.  Shoulders and arms are the last to ‘splurge’, the added bonus of which is that jackets and coats worn undone still fit and make you feel less of a lump, still you!..

5) Swing Coats: A 1960’s classic, which as the description says, swings gloriously.  Mine made me feel rather fabulously swishy, especially in such a lovely colour on a grey London day.  I wore this to a wedding and a christening last summer, ie pre-pregnancy, and felt rather delicious; worn at LFW, it made me still feel part of the tribe.

6) Empire Line/1960’s silhouettes: I feel if your legs are up to it, raising the hem and necklines slightly means everything is less obvious/more refined.  This shape is perfect for pregnancy, while also being less in your face and sexed out.

7) Mens’ trousers, worn with braces and brogues, perhaps with a t’shirt or a loose blouse, would look amazing on a pregnant woman: pushing the new androgyny, while clearly not(!), has something poetic in it’s visual charm.

8) Indulge in draping, especially if this is a hide the bulge day.  Grecian-style drapes of fabric working their magic  to accentuate the areas we feel most confident about, is bound to make us feel more beautiful.  If your legs and arms look as slim as you ever did, dresses or tops which drape will draw attention to these and away from where you feel less confident.

9) As your girth grows wear mini jersey dresses as you once would a t’shirt.  Sounds really simplistic, but who wants their kidneys and belly on display in the late winter chill?  Today I’m wearing a Topshop mini dress under another (now) shorter top which currently otherwise would leave a belly-gap.

10) Shalwa trousers: I have always loved these: they remind me of visits to my father’s village in southern Turkey.  I have several pairs, from pre-pregnancy, both high fashion and high street; these work wonderfully now, with the waist band worn under the belly, thereby adhering to Dr Mistry’s nothing tight on the belly dictate!  Plus they are forgiving of ‘haunch legs’, as they come in at the knee, where all is still as it was!..

11) Kimonos: the drama of their big arm action and glamour, cuts a swathe over the body: worn either as an open jacket over layers, or tied Empire Line-style below the bust looks fabulously confident on a pregnant woman.  I love my kimono-style Topshop top, for how the hugeness of its arms, and how it hits below my thighs, off-sets the burgeoning of my bump!

I love owls, I love hats, I love sparkles, I love lace.  I have a penchant for grey and liking for pink. While of course I am and have changed through this pregnancy: no more and never again number one on my priority list, I don’t see why women have to be reduced to the hell that is the majority of maternity wear.  With some acceptance and adaptations, isn’t it more fun to play a new game of dress-up and celebrate the glamour of the next stage?