|Cardigan: Madewell, T-shirt: J.Crew, Pants: UniQlo, Sandals: Birkenstock, Bag: Accessorize.|
There is this area in London called Angel that Victor and I rather like, and it's in walking distance from our new flat. There are a few trendy places and shops, but also a lot of nice, affordable restaurants - like Desperados, my favourite cheesy Tex-Mex place in the world. The food is amazing, and the toilet decor even more so... It features skeletons getting it on with nubile young ladies, basically. I love to take unsuspecting friends visiting from Norway to Desperados, and innocently telling them they should go check the bathrooms out! And there's street art, like this one we stumbled onto a couple of weeks ago. Say hello to Thoth and Anubis, and what seems to be Saint Rhianna. I couldn't not pose with an awesome mural like this one, right?
As for our house-move, or rather, apartment-move, things are definitely heading in the right direction. And it's not like I feel compelled to drown my sorrows by swigging on turpentine, or anything that drastic. (Best instagram selfie I ever took; a picture of me holding a big bottle of white spirit, tastefully captioned "Kampai!") But things are stressful, and there are a million and one things we need to do, and builders we need to oversee. So I am currently pretty much the worst friend in the world, online and in real life. So many blogs I need to catch up on, so many comments I compose in my head, then can't quite find the wherewithall to type up... Gah, I suck!
Oh, but on the bright side, I did score this T-shirt in the most amazing sale deal of the century. So there is always a light at the end of the tunnel. (In my case, the light is often the headlights of an oncoming train, but still...) I wore this outfit to a French restaurant Victor and I had just discovered in a part of Angel we don't usually go to - it was the most adorable place, and the food was gorgeous, so we've found another favourite for sure. I seem to have a weakness for things with stuff written on them in French, and with the stripes, well I felt like quite the Parisiennne - even if a real Parisienne would have gone out in stilettos, not Birkenstocks!