Friday 25 April 2014

Distressed Jeans



The Husband said I look hot.

I wore:
Denim shirt: ASOS
Sweater: ASOS
Jeans: Mango
Shoes: Christian Louboutin
Watch: Olivia Burton
Bracelet: Fiorelli
Bag: Luella

Thursday 24 April 2014

Shady Lady



I'm back in London. The sun is shining, so I thought I'll show a bit more leg than I showed during winter. Here they are in all their pasty and blotchy glory. Enjoy.

I wore:
Dress: ASOS
Watch: Olivia Burton
Bracelet: Fiorelli
Bag: Luella
Shoes: Whistles
Sunglasses: Christian Dior
Necklace: ONecklace


Tuesday 22 April 2014

York Tips



Sleep:
Sure, you can stay in a hotel, but why do that when you can stay in a 600 year old house complete with wonky walls and floors and bags of character. Despite its advanced age, this property has all the mod cons you could wish for and it's very comfortable. It also has views of York Minster and it is situated within the city walls. Plus, you get a welcome of cookies and milk. :)

See:
A great little museum of ordinary life complete with a full reconstruction of Victorian street full of little shops, workshops and houses you can go into. I highly recommend it.

That little cathedral they have in York. With magnificent stained glass windows. And a tiring climb to the top of the towers after which I discovered I'm not in such a great shape as I like to think.

Two words: Viking poo. Need I say more?


Shop:
The Yorkshire Soap Co. 
Cute little shop with all things soap and bath. The store is beautiful and the products they sell even more so. Soaps fashioned as cupcakes and cake slices, fragrant and indulgent lotions and bath salts and everything packaged beautifully.  Needless to say I left quite a bit of my hard earned money there.

York Cocoa House
This is a chocolate shop, workshop and cafe all rolled into one. All the chocolates are made on premises and are delicious. I particularly recommend Rose Hot Drinking Chocolate. Delicious.

Eat:
Mannion & Co. 
This little bistro was both mine and my husband's favourite place to eat in York. Everything was delicious and fresh and the staff was very friendly. Cakes and patisseries are to die for.

Betty's
This York institution doesn't need much introduction; it's a traditional English tea house full of elegance and the air of times long gone. They also have a cookery school in Harrogate which I'm really hoping to attend for one of their short classes in patisserie.

Bagel Nash
This one is (gasp) a fast food chain, but it sure beats yer McDonald's and yer Burger King.  It is also a North England only based chain, which means we don't have it in London. How can this be? And why? The food is filling, healthy (ok, relatively healthy) and cheap and great for when you're on the go.

Saturday 12 April 2014

Postcards From York IV



"What are we going to do today?", asked The Husband
"We can go to the natural habitat of every Englishman or a woman-the pub. We can also go and see a Viking poo.", said I.
"Viking poo???"
"Yes. Viking poo. It's the poo pooed by a Viking many, many centuries ago."
"And we can see it?"
"Yes. In a Viking museum."
"You're lying! How can a poo stay preserved for all this time?"
"Technology!!!", I exclaimed and off we went to a Viking museum.

We stood in front of a said poo and marveled at its size.  It was ginormous!
Viking skeletons (also on display) were, by comparison, pretty small.  Unlike today's Norwegians who are amongst the tallest people in the world, Norwegians of yesteryear were meter-nothing tall.
"How is it possible that THAT came out of THOSE?", asked The Husband pointing first at the poo and then at the Viking skeletons.
"I'm afraid we will never know. It's one of the great mysteries of the Universe.", I answered. We turned and exited the Viking Museum and stopped for a drink in a local pub. It was a fitting end to our trip to York.
 
I wore:
Trench: Asos
Scarf: Joshua Joseph
Bag: Rebecca Minkoff
Jeans: Mango
Flats: Zara
Watch: Olivia Burton
Ring: Dogeared

Tuesday 1 April 2014

Postcards From York III



"Aaaaarghhhh!!!!!"
"What is it, what is it?"
"Did you bring a blue laser light with you?"; I enquired.
"Blue las....no, wh...what in a God's name?".
"Well, if you didn't bring a blue laser light, then we have a ghost situation."
"???"
"Yeah, look. There's a blue light on the wall. Look!"; I pointed at the blue light.
"It's a light from the clock."
"Oh. Not a ghost?"
"No."
I went back to sleep. But not for long. A radio just happened to switch itself on. By itself.
"Poltergeist activity detected!!!"; I said and sat bolt upright in bed.
"Don't be silly. It was me. I accidentally switched it on."; said The Husband.
"Are you sure it wasn't a ghost?"
"I'm sure. Go to sleep, woman."
"Listen, listen...there's a noise. Surely now it's a ghost!! Right?"
"Wrong. It's not a ghost."
"What is it then?"
"I don't know, but it's not a ghost."
"Very disappointing."
I went back to sleep.
The following morning I got over the disappointment of not seeing the ghosts and suggested a trip to a local supermarket. I love visiting supermarkets everywhere I go. To see what the other folk eat. Granted, it's not going to be much different seeing that the York is in the same country, but nevertheless I wanted to check it out. Just in case. 
We entered the hallowed grounds of "Tesco" and straight away I noticed a mini aisle devoted to local products.
"Oh, Lawd Jesus, look at that! We don't get this in London."; I said
Right in front of me, there was bewildering array of Yorkshire ginger biscuits, Yorkshire lemon cheese (Cheese??? Did the good folk of Yorkshire discover how to get cheese from lemons or do they mean lemon curd?), Yorkshire mix sweets, Yorkshire mintoes and other Yorkshire related produce. 
I stared in amazement. 
"We only get Kosher, Asian and Polish foods in our Tesco."; said The Husband.
"I know. Unfair."
After the supermarket, we decided to check out local housing market. Like any self-respecting Londoner, I too am obsessed with houses, property prices and the eternal question of will I EVER be able to afford to buy my very own house (the answer in case you are wandering is..."No, probably not. Not in London. Not if the hell freezes over. Not ever.").
We glued our faces to the shop window of a local estate agent. 
"We should move here!", I announced.
The price of a sprawling Yorkshire farm house was the same as the price of an ex-council studio flat in the middle of gangland Hackney.
"We should. Do they have jobs here?"; enquired The Husband.
"Obviously. I mean somebody has to make all that Yorkshire lemon cheese. It could be us."
"Could be. We just need to learn how to milk a lemon." 
I wore: 
Pajamas: Cath Kidston

Trench coat: ASOS
T-shirt: Maison Scotch
Jeans: Mango
Watch: Olivia Burton
Ring: Dogeared
Bag: ASOS
Shoes: Whistles
Pashmina: Joshua Joseph


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