It's been well established that my Zara fetish runs river deep, but more recently I have discovered two other fine Spanish labels, namely Massimo Dutti and Uterque. After a quick perusal this morning, I stumbled across these beauties; all of which would be the perfect London Commute Bag.
The LCB will be big enough to hold all my essentails (shoes, snacks, magazines, diary, notepad and a newly acquired iPad...), stylish enough to tote around the City (I don't do canvas totes. Just no.) and hopefully in a colour that will work with all of my millions of coats, jackets and general outerwear.
Not asking for much then.
I think my favourite so far has to the be the top one, closely followed by number 2. I'm a sucker for textured leather, but I do love a good double strap - one to nest in the nook of the arm and one to sling over the shoulder for guaranteed hands free access: an essential for shopping.
Check the sites out, I dare you not to fall hat over high heel. Oh, and they've both got mega sales on...always a bonus.
SO after months of talking/planning/wandering/talking/searching/saving/talking/hoping & praying...The Boy and I are finally living in London.
Yep, I'm a Londoner.
The last few days have been spent packing, lugging, loading, unloading, lugging and unpacking and finally our little room is starting to look like a room rather than a cobweb covered cubby hole...and it looks just beautiful.
Today we wandered for miles trying (and potentially failing horribly) to get our bearings, but it feels good and whilst my constant chatter and random exclamations regarding our new surroundings will probably grow old, I am incredibly excited to be here.
Too excited to start decorating the new place when we finally get in there this week. I'm thinking an oversized wardrobe space, trays dripping in jewels, candles and trinkets, pictures covering the walls...yeah, The Boy can have a masculine corner or something.
The top photo is pretty much what our hallway looks like right now...except it's less to do with art and more to do with too little boxes, too many magazines...I hate packing.
New flat inspiration. Really bad at keeping flowers alive though.
I need this necklace in my life.
Best tshirt ever?
Totally doing my nails like this tonight. No, I actually am.
Pics - tahu, googleimages, pinterest.
So I've been massively AWOL for some time now. In my defense, life has been ker-azyyy as of late; the real work (as in the one I get paid for) has somewhat taken over my life and the imminent move (t-minus FOURTY EIGHT HOURS) looms over all else. If I'm not packing, I'm feeling guilty for not packing. It's like GCSE revision all over again, except this time I actually care about the outcome. Kidding, Mum!
In other news, this week we celebrated The Boy's birthday with 'quiet drinks' (work on Thursday proved it was anything but), I attempted to get my ear pierced again but my ridiculous fear of needles got in the way: still no hole, and tried to see as many friends as possible in stupidly little time. H.e.c.t.i.c.
I'm tired man, so tired. Off to paint my nails (leaving do tomorrow night and they are in no party-proof state right now), watch Charlie and the Chocolate Factory (which is terrible, by the way. Oh Depp.) and sleep.
Bon nuit, mon amis. Apologies for the mountains of brackets I've piled into this post. Hope your weekends have been far more relaxed than mine, but just as fun.