Kensington Gardens

We headed to Kensington Market via the park & tossed about the idea of renting Boris Bikes. 

But after some tooing and throwing we realised my Fedora would fly away & onto the London traffic. I envisioned my black hat flying onto a cabby's windscreen, blinding him & causing a major car crash. The horn would be going and he'd be swearing at me in proper cockney (whatever cockney swearing is) with slang 'n all. 

Maybe I could hold down my hat with one hand and cycle with the other. That could work? 

We thought about it. C thought about it. 

And (quite rightly) thought it was a terrible idea. He was confident my one handed cycling wasn't up to scratch. So, the walk through Kensington Gardens it was then.

Fedora from Topshop.

Chelsea Boots from Aldo.

Clutch from Mulberry. 

Breton Tee from Brittany!  

Daisy Bell

Im no expert, but I think this is love: carrying my bag and fixing my daisy chain fail. 

And one happy bunny walked all the way home (with daisy chain still intact).  

Pebbles, Aztec & Stripes

Aztec blazer from Topshop. And my stripy dress is a real oldie from French Connection. 

I'll try to remember to watch out for any ominous dive bombing seagulls next time...ahem...

Pre-Drinks

C quickly snapped this polaroid of me before we jumped into the car on our way to a friends party. 
Unfortunately we managed to get lost in the middle of no where; in despair we stopped off at a motorway garage and bought fizz & sandwiches.
It was all okay though, our bellies were full and the night was still young. 
It ended pretty well too...