On Sunday, I Was Chosen

Skirt - Miss Selfridge, Shirt - River Island, Socks - Primark, Boots - Dune, Coat - H&M

On Sunday, I Was Chosen

Sunday was Father's Day and nothing says 'happy Father's Day' like a pint of scrumpy by the Thames... am I right?...

I am not the most logical of dressers, if I get an outfit that I want to to wear in my head then I have to wear it. Whether that be a floaty dress in tornado like wind or a short skirt / socks combo in the hot heights of UK weather (wishful thinking BUT it was bloody hot, muggy some would say). I still felt mighty cool in my seventies get up, drinking my cider - hence the sassy pose I seem to have adopted. You can't see it, but my eyes are smiling.

I thought I had taken a huge amount of photos, having too much fun to keep snapping,.. obvs.

I had such a nice time celebrating Father's Day, which ended with a Greek feast, supplemented with wine and epic quotes from an eight year old, including 'this is just paradise on a thousand plates' - the most poetic and flowery thing I thinkI have ever heard.

Lazy Days are Birkenstock Days

Lazy Days are Birkenstock Days

After a day of running / exploring London in heeled boots, drinking and eating up a storm - a slow moving, comfort day is needed, which is where the beautiful, foot huggers - Birkenstocks come in.

The only plan for this day was BRUNCH, I took Rosie (my Northern visitor) to Love Walk Cafe in Camberwell, the cafe me and Three Piece Suite (my illustration collective) designed, to view and sample the menu.

This is probably my go-to / quick outfit when I really cannot be bothered to use my powers of selection to pick out an outfit, it was a lazy day and I was certainly being lazy. Jeans, t-shirt, hair dragged up and a pair of fake Birkenstocks are the only way forward for me on days like these. We strolled through the park on the way to the cafe to fuel, before facing a less enthusiastic walk to the tube station to wave goodbye to Rosie.

Lazy day outfits are just a must right?

Lazy Sunday Funday

Lazy Sunday Funday

After spending almost four days lay in bed, trying to give an evil chest infection its eviction notice - fresh air was more than needed and necessary.

When I'm tired, sickness strikes or I'm just being lazy I tend to reach for my comfiest jeans, a slouchy t-shirt and running trainers (they need to get some use somehow, I was sick of the longing looks...) and today was no different - I threw on my mac, left my face make-up free and went in search of fresh air and sunshine. We have a park really close to our house, which always provides solace. I dragged my friend for a walk around the park, before crashing in a heap to drink fizzy drinks and read Kinfolk magazine (hands down the most beautiful publication I have ever seen)

I don't think anywhere, any place ever looks as beautiful as it does when the sun is setting.

The Lazy Sunday Post

The Lazy Sunday Post

Lazy Sundays are not always easy to make happen, but when you do.... utter bliss ensues. This particular lazy Sunday involved waking up when I wanted (alarms are banned), throwing on comfy clothes, putting on a smidgen of make up to take the edge off and heading out for brunch with a lovely person.

You would be forgiven for thinking we went to some fab new brunch destination when looking at the mouthwateringly good breakfast below, but no we went to a Weatherspoon's, A WEATHERSPOON'S in Camberwell called the 'Fox on the Hill'. The breakfast was £3.90 and the coffee was 70p plus free refills. Its not the classiest joint going but the cheapness and overall tastiness overruled.

We sat in the pub for hours eating, drinking far too many coffees and chatting about everything in the world ever. I then proceeded with my lazy day by following up brunch with a nap, a sunday roast and bed. Monday came around far too quickly as it always does but man, Sunday was good.

Bag - Debenhams, Boots - Dune, Jeans - Topshop, Shirt - Charity Shop, Coat - H&M