Random vintage and thrifted tops and leopard print skirt, H&M hat and bracelets, Matalan shoes.
Still feeling slightly dizzy as a result of an unexpectedly perfect Thursday evening. After a long day of driving, convincing a friend to head towards Notting Hill, and a questionable rainy start, we secured a table at our favourite restaurant, and demanded wine arrive at lightning speed. I consumed a gigantic burger, participated in slightly tipsy behaviour, and conversed about politics and homeopathic remedies. It may be smart to count this Friday the 13th as a day of rest before the weekend parties commence.
Exactly one month until Hong Kong, and according to my brother’s twitter status “it is dry and 70 degrees.” Can’t wait!
