Hey, it’s the 70’s… still not going anywhere! Probably my fav trend ever.
I had so much fun shooting these pics with Nancy in London – wandering around Little Venice searching for the perfect canal location when this happened, this little car just parked up right there in the sunlight looking so retro it nearly broke my 70’s heart. If I coulda got in and driven around in her all day I would have. Instead we abused her as a backdrop. Thanks Nancy – probably some of my fav shots ever!
Last weekend I headed down to London with Next for a bit of a shindig – the #ShoeboxJukebox and I wore this. It started with the wedges, which by the way are real suede and super comfy and get compliments everywhere they go (just saying), and evolved from there. The jeans were a no brainer and the broderie shirt just ‘worked’ – I went for nothing but my smalls underneath because, well, it was a party. So the party was awesome and the shoes really knocked my socks off. I can’t tell you how happy I am to see real leather and suede embraced by Next again, thank you, thank you from my feet. I’ve popped in a quick look at my top picks right here for you…
And now, le weekend. Maybe some sunshine trip planning. Definitely some dog walking. Probably some sun dancing… Have a good one.x
Perhaps it’s not a huge surprise, that even when presented with a whole new season, I will still be drawn to the striped culottes – hi Fillipa – welcome to the family – meet (all) my other stripes… but culottes are a winner aren’t they? They usually, and in this case certainly do, have pockets, they are cut wide to be flattering on the thigh unlike, urgh, unfriendly shorts and yet they avoid any potential problems that come with a skirt. And they have pockets, I said that right? Cause that’s important.
And let’s just give a little nod to Polly too… she’s been patiently waiting months (since back then) for the sun to come out and for suede slingbacks to make sense. Well this week, for at least one day, Polly made complete sense.
Love a blossoming friendship and it seems Filippa and Polly are going to get along very well this season. Fingers crossed my little monster bears can do the same! How cute are they together?
Hey hey Monday! This past couple of days I spent in London – the busiest, most amazing 48 hours crammed full of meetings and parties and foooood! And guess what? The cherry blossom was still in full swing! Would have been rude not to take advantage of that right? Throw in a red London phonebox and you’ve basically got a tourist blogger’s dream happening right there…
I spent Saturday with one of my very best friends, Nancy, who I really don’t see often enough – add to that the fact that she’s an incredible photographer and you can imagine a little bit of the love I have for this girl. She took me to Maltby Street Food Market (told you she was a good friend) and we snapped these on the way back – there may have been a salted caramel brownie in a brown card box hiding under another tree waiting for the tube ride back to Little Venice… I mean, when at a food market… eat all the food.
So, my travelling whilst hiding a food baby look… a cape to cover all sins and keep cosy on the flight, essential stripes naturally, ripped jeans and those fluffy little clouds my feet have been dreaming of their whole life – if my feet could marry these Birkenstocks, they would. You know when you love something so much you want to order another one just to have in reserve? Yeah, it’s like that.
Yep, it’s those jeans again… and it almost certainly won’t be the last time. Not gonna lie. And now they have them in white too? Probably the most awkwardly proportioned jean in the world to wear – cutting your legs off at a most unflattering point, running about 5 sizes too small resulting in squashing yourself into what is almost certainly a pair too small and an ensuing game of ‘hungry bum’ for the day… But I love them. And I want the white (in a size up).
So today with crochet lace because, ya know, summer and beachy hair because it’s become so long and unruly that styling it is akin to trying to tidy a hay barn.
Last night I had the house to myself. The husband had been in the US all week with work and today I’m travelling to London for a fun event (stay tuned on Instagram!) so one by one the furries were collected by their respective grandparents for their overnight stays and… then it was just me. Alone. Like really properly alone you guys. I hadn’t turned the tv on all week since the husband left because: a) I’m way to busy to watch tv and b) …see ‘a’… Turns out the tv didn’t work. I wasted about 3 minutes trying to fix it. I wandered from room to room aimlessly like an old lady who’d lost her marbles… I missed my boys. It’s not like I didn’t have a bazillion things to do like this post and, erm, packing (11.30pm and I still hadn’t started) and then there was the hay barn hair to think about. But it’s funny being alone. I guess what I learnt is this – I love my chaos.
So roll on Friday – a 7am flight and a day full of meetings followed by a party, a sleep and a day shooting with my fav Nancy… and then home – to my boys and the crazy! Normal life resumes. Happy weekend.x
Dungarees can be a lot like a 3 month old puppy – tricky to work with, not always appropriate for the office and yet kinda awesome at the same time.
I have some rules. For the dungarees that is. I mean, there are lots of rules for the puppy too but the dungarees tend to do what you tell them…
First off: cuff them and add your most rocking heels (these gladiators are last season LK Bennett and there are still a few available on sale in the US but these beauties would be my top choice update for right now). Second: add a shirt (seems I’m wearing this one all the time). Third: break it up with a smart little cross body – this is not the time for fringing, there’s enough going on here – something slick and chic like my Ted Baker baby is going to be on point.