Reservations, St. Regis Singapore

While trawling through hotel websites and Trip Advisor, my mother came across a photograph of a couple of dainty macarons served as part of the high tea at the St. Regis Hotel in Singapore. That's where her (and my) distinct love affair of this hotel started. Browsing photographs of macarons slowly turned into browsing photographs of the suites, that soon developed into a booking and me handing over my card details. 

My mother had fallen completely head over fluffy slipper heels in love with the St. Regis Hotel and in particular their rooms. And so thinking why the heck not kick off 2014 and treat her (and my unsuspecting brother who was just really happy about he could watch TV while having a bath and the fact that it meant he could take photos of all of the expensive Lamborghini's parked out front) to a few nights spent wonderfully in Singapore, at the St. Regis, I booked us a room.

The marble furniture, walls and decals were both beautiful but somewhat scary - isn't all that marble super heavy? Aren't we all levels of marble stacked on marble? But you really didn't even have time to think of that. We cancelled our reservations for the Marriott and the Conrad Hotel, instead deciding that we'd opt for complete opulence. The Executive Deluxe room was just enough for us. Although the Lady Astor rooms were a beautiful shade of baby blue and paintings of birds adorned the bed rest, the Executive Deluxe room met our needs and to us, was perfect enough. 

The bar was stocked every morning and afternoon with TWG tea, free water bottles (there were no Natalie Tran Hotel Room scenarios) and replenished with Remede Spa amenities. Do you want butler service? Not a worry. The St. Regis Butlers will take care of you. The carpet is soft to the touch, blinds can be controlled for day, afternoon or night views, and you can have a much needed soak in the bath while catching up on some of the latest releases or blissfully listening to music. 

Like with most hotels, pillow menus are slowly becoming the norm and that was certainly it at the St. Regis. With a king sized bed as comfortable as it was, it was quite hard to leave the comforts of the room. The bathrobes were always soft, they were the type that weren't so ridiculously bleached that they felt course and hard on your skin. I found myself many a time snuggling in their robes, making tough decisions on whether to lay in bed or people watch from the window seat. However, after all of this, I think the most important thing to me was that the adapters and electronic outlets were universal plugs at the office desk. Which was of course, completely and wonderfully perfect.