Zara poncho worn over AA dress, Mango boots, H&M necklace, Dior corset bag.
Yesterday was as close as you get to the perfect Monday. With open schedules and content moods, the boy and I ignored an ominous tube strike and cabbed it to Oxford Circus for a dose of retail therapy. Four hours passed in an instant and before we we realized, the sky had shifted to a deep blue and our tired arms were burdened with hefty bags. Our tired feet led us to the nearest happy hour establishment, where we planted ourselves for the next hour while deciding where to satisfy our rumbling appetites. Two margaritas and three blocks later we found the ideal French bistro which served a fillet steak of my dreams. The night ended with several martinis at The Light Bar and a long desperate search for a taxi home. I enjoy nothing more than waking the next morning hangoverless and surrounded by lustworthy purchases. Will share later 😉
