[dropcap]Y[/dropcap]esterday afternoon, I stood outside in our back garden with the sun blinding me in the face, and I was in a t shirt. I don’t know how long this taste of Spring will last, but I will take all of it. I feel good about this week; we have been kicking wedding planning ass, the invites arrived from the printers, most major things have been sorted and we even made a trip to Little Venice one afternoon to scout out pretty photo locations to take on the day. But first…
…let me show you my new boots.
Since I started this blog, I’m pretty sure I’ve harped on about my failure to find just the right leopard print boot. I had leopard print down when it came to Trainers, but Boots? Nope, that mountain had not been climbed. I spied these Matisse Nugent boots from Ascot + Hart (if you’ve haven’t checked them out, do, they are just everything) but I worried that with my big shovel-like feet they might not fit. After stalking them on Instagram and online, I finally just bit the bullet and checked them out of that basket (P.S size up)
The UPS man delivered them- by the way, me and the UPS man are like this, he has seen me in so many states of early morning hideousness and is still unfailingly polite to me (ditto the postman)- I digress. I tore through the cardboard box, clutched these to my chest and then wedged them onto my feet. And they fit. I did a happy dance.
Saturday was our Little Venice adventure, finding picturesque spots near our wedding venue to take photos. It wasn’t hard in this neighbourhood. I was quite happy to stand on the bridge and watch the canal boats chug by. And this mews, with the cobble stones, tiny railings and cute plants? Dreamy.
Earlier this week I met up with Ismay and we had a quick pit stop at the ever so cool Ham Yard Hotel. We sat right at the bar and were eyeballed by the bartenders as we ummed and ahhhed over what to order. In the end I got an espresso martini and she had a nice glass of fruity red Cotes du Rhone. It was a bloody marvellous martini, although at 4am later that night, as I tossed and turned around in bed, I cursed it out.
I finally got around to watching The Perks of Being a Wallflower the other day. Needless to say, I loved it. Loved the soundtrack, loved the actors, and I loved it every bit as much as the book. With one simple line, Stephen Chbosky the author perfectly summed up my teenage years:
“in that moment I swear we were infinite”
These two little traitors.
The moment Robin gets home, I am forgotten about.
But okay…it is stinking cute watching them drape themselves all over him.
And finally, just a few more days until Leon Bridges plays his sold out London gig on Monday night! However, if you missed out on tickets, he’s playing a free show at The Old Blue Last on the 5th of March, so get in early!!