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The boy and I celebrated our two year wedding anniversary last night. During the first years of our relationships, we like other ‘normal’ couples, exchanged mushy cards, mused for hours over an appropriate present, and dropped, what we thought were obvious, hints hoping to get exactly what we wanted. After married life commenced, the boy and I sunk into our very unconventional, far from traditional, and incredibly dreamy marriage.

Here are a few of our personal traditions:

Our fabulous meal out was had at Nozomi last night. We feasted upon delicious Japanese cuisine, white wine, champagne, and sampled an interesting Japanese mojito. I highly recommend this venue for a lively, chic atmosphere, and amazing food that does not come in minuscule portions. The night was ended, as always, at our preferred local bar, E&O. Our favorite bartenders served up a special treat, and all our cocktails were on the house in honor of our two year marriage.

I’m slightly grateful for a night in, all by my lonesome. Sometimes I take for granted the fact that the boy is always happily by my side, and we are sickeningly blissful. There is always someone if you need to giggle, share a random thought, crave a hug, or don’t feel like getting out of bed for a glass of water. But there are other times when a girl wants to sit on her own, watching her favorite shows, painting her nails, while wearing a green face mask.

So for tonight, my “me” night in, these are my favorite things:
green tea. gossip girl. elemis face masks. browsing through iphoto. topshop.com. jalouse magazine. twitter. carrot sticks. puppy kisses. red nail polish. vintage on ebay. cashmere blankets. apple juice. and a tummy full of spaghetti bolognese.

The pics are from the only day I was out of my pyjamas, and looked close to presentable this week. Tomorrow my roots will be filled in, a new dress will arrive on my doorstep, and I will be holding a passion fruit martini in one hand, and the boy’s hand in the other.

Topshop tunic, H&M bangles

There are times when you need to release every worry and dance like you mean it. Usually after several tequila shots, a run through scattered rainfall, and a random visit to a bar that only plays classic Britney.

And on those stressful Fridays, when you yearn for the clock to hit 5, so you you can fully relax and start partying, but know you have absolutely nothing to wear (we’ve all been there), I think I may have an answer…

I have recently discovered online shopping paradise at iStylista. This unique style site offers the latest designer collections, with a free online personal shopping service that is at your service from your very own laptop. They have collaborated with some of my favorite online shopping stops, such as my-wardrobe, Matches, and, Start for the perfect, fashionista worthy picks. They are life savers on days when you want something new for a party and don’t have a spare second to stop into Topshop, or browse through endless websites. A free personal stylefile can be created within minutes, and you are a few clicks away from handpicked pieces that suit your style, age, and body type.
My favorite pick so far: an Alice McCall convertible singlet dress.

Ridiculously hot Sundays in Notting Hill can be the most satisfying addition to my weekend. The boy and I strolled down Kensington Park Road, located the perfect outdoor table at our preferred Italian eatery, basked in the surprisingly scorching sunlight whilst sipping wine, and munched on olive oil drizzled seafood. We thoroughly enjoyed the afternoon, and didn’t leave our cozy table until sunset.

My head is swirling from long drives, flustered meetings, stressful applications, and hopes of a holiday next week. The relief of Friday never felt so utterly satisfying. One more errand, and my weekend will officially commence. I think a spot of shopping is necessary to ease into a suitably relaxed mood.

When this very perfect jacket popped up on several blog posts, I knew I had to have it. The allure became stronger when a close encounter took place at Topshop. Nothing could stop me from snagging my size and zooming towards a cash register. She is brighter, lighter, shinier, and more comfortable than you can imagine.

Happy Friday!
xoxo

A shopping trip with the boy will almost always inadvertently end up with me acquiring several items of menswear. The occurrence is slightly unexpected seeing as I thrive on a feminine look, to the point where I have an extreme aversion to trousers, jeans, or any sort of pant. I can sleep in my tights and stockings, and often traipse about bare-legged in the coldest climates, but pants scare me. I’m not on a mission to sex up every outfit with my legs, but it is honestly what I find to be the most comfortable option. Being buttoned into trousers restricts my movements. My freedom feels stripped, and I find myself walking, sitting, even standing differently. This may sound slightly drastic, and I, like any other fashion lover, will be swayed to squeeze myself into a pair of uber tight skinny jeans, but that day will be a day full of complaints.

Apparently it is strictly forbidden to snap photos in a casino. In my many visits to Las Vegas, never had I noticed this ultra-important rule. The boy and bff’s birthday fiesta lasted into the early hours, and ended with a McDonald’s breakfast, but unfortunately most of the festivities were not captured on film. This reality is a great shame, seeing as last night was the debut of my beloved Herve Leger dress. A few rushed shots were taken before leaving home, but these definitely do not show the true beauty, and fit of my very favorite dress. There is always next time…

Off to Sunday lunch with the boy, and a party leftover who crashed on our kitchen floor. Have a sunny Sunday!

xoxo

The boy’s birthday celebrations resulted in a gigantic, unmanageable hangover. I am only now starting to feel human after consuming copious amounts of food, green tea, and orange juice. We calmed the boy’s uncertainties about turning twenty-seven with champagne, passion fruit martinis, and too many tequila shots. After hopping around our regular haunts, covering his cheek in red lip prints, and making friends with our new favorite bartender, the boy and I stumbled home only to wake up with splitting headaches, and a flat which resembles a bombsite. My body will be disappointed to hear the actual party takes place Saturday, when the boy and my best friend are holding a Las Vegas themed, joint birthday party. Maybe I’ll try drinking more water or turning down a tequila shot or two.

The boy turns twenty-seven today! We’re off to celebrate with dinner and cocktails. Hopefully a new camera will be purchased along the way, so all the fun and excitement can be properly documented.

xoxo

Yesterday was spent styling my beautiful model best friend in a very hot London. She was transformed into a moody rock chick, and despite our locations being slightly busy, and a shard of glass in foot incident, the day went smoothly. I can’t wait to see the results.

The boy and I finished off the long day with a casual dinner and lots of wine. I highly recommend The Oak for a romantic dinner spot.

Sorry about the incredibly horrible photo quality! I am replacing my beloved Canon today!