‘Come at me, bro’

Sunglasses – Celine Audrey via Sunglasses Shop

Comfortably getting into more punching-fights over the last ham baguette sandwich at Pret because now I have these Celine sunglasses to cover up possible black eye. Round, oversized beauties, that provide instant Audrey-like lady-factor, especially to those who’ve chosen meat sandwich over manners. (Celine Audrey via Sunglasses Shop)

Tile of my loins

Clockwise: Bag – Zac Posen Americana. Watch – Casio. Friendship bracelets – DIY & Lucy Folk. Necklace – Noemi Klein. Sunglasses – Celine Audrey. Bracelet – MyFlashTrash. Nail Polish – Chanel. Skirt – Claudie Pierlot. Lace shirt – MotelRocks. Heels – Alexander Wang. Mini perfume – Marc Jacobs Daisy

Picked up this beautiful, embroidered skirt at the Claudie Pierlot pre-sale over the weekend, the pattern is what I hope my kitchen tiles would look like when we buy a house. I’d happily be a full-time sandwich-maker and better wife if that’s ever case. Speaking of Claudie Pierlot – is it weird that I’ve only recently discovered that they actually have stores in the UK? Here I thought it was to be one of those French treasures (Ladurée being one) limited only to those living in France… The store on South Molton st is packed with goodies, and a little bird tells me the UK sales start on the 12th!

Arden, the illegitimate

Heels – Kurt Geiger

I’m always suspicious of my toys coming to life the minute I leave the room, but it looks like my chairs do it too. My two neon chairs had a child and they called her Arden – those two must have some fiercerelationship because that kid is feisty.

Optical Prime

Preferred eye-makeup for those days when I transform from WTF to OK and remember to draw some eyebrows: Skinny liquid eyeliner (feels like graffiti on your eyelids with a felt-tip pen) and Brow Gel by Eyeko, and Golden Aura eye palette by Topshop.

Hey Missy, you so fine..

Mini Missy – Neri Karra

…you so fine you blow my mind, hey Missy! I met the ever delightful Neri for coffee and cakes at the Rose Bakery at the top of Dover Street Market the other week, and after we’d dusted down carrot cake from our chins she slid a small box over that held this little baby inside. I made this noise similar to a car brake and now I can’t go back to that cafe.

If I were a boy

Skull necklace – Maria Nilsdotter. Bar necklace – Kirsten Goss Urban Edge. Watch – Casio Sheen. Leather laptop case – Scotch & Soda.

If I were a boy, I’d put Jennifer Lawrence as my phone wallpaper and not get weird stares from strangers. My affinity for silver accessories/jewellery is growing with each time I steal something out of my husband’s wardrobe. You got to agree, an oversized shirt and nothing on your wrist but a solid silver watch sounds pretty liberating when you’re on your period and everything is simply arduous.

Souk style

Flats – Reiss

Gazing at Kit’s Morocco visual diary and realizing this is as close to a non-IKEA carpet I will ever walk on this year.

Iconia A1

Pouch – Kurt Geiger. Tablet – Acer Iconia A1

At just over 8 inches long, this little tablet by Acer seems to find its way into any otherwise inadequately sized handbag I own these days. I’m building quite a large collection of magazines – dust-free, naturally – via Play Magazines, and have downloaded my entire summer reading list into this 1cm-thick thing. Jamie Oliver teaches me how to cook meals under 20 minutes while I burn some water, and my bank app constantly reminds me how much money I don’t have. The device processor is quad-core, which apparently means it’s responsive and runs smoothly, but I love it most for its compact size and the fact that it is a digital Mary Poppins’ bag, in essence.

Blue coat – Anywho x Brics, Cream coat – Mum’s, Boots – Sam Edelman, Clutch – C/O Kurt Geiger, Watch – Casio, Bracelets – C/O Boticca, Dress- ASOS Salon

Oh how I love Christmas! Mariah (and lately Justin Bieber, the horror) constantly wanting only me from speakers of the randomest of places (butcher’s down the road, WHY); the smart-ass, seemingly-omniscient gift guides of the interwebs; twelve days of Christmas and one very bankrupt and exhausted true love; the visible struggle for the shops to make a watered down version of the season’s products (i.e very well-dressed snowmen decorations and elaborate snowflakes) that hopefully appeal to those that don’t necessarily, by religion or whatnot, celebrate the day but would still like to participate in the buzz…. But most of all, the ‘christ’-lessness of ‘Christ’mas, and a whole month of cringing at the fact that it’s less and less that and more and more ‘x’ of Xmas, probably x = the unknown? To be very frank, I always find myself distressed by the noise around Christmas – this of course will serve as the primary reason to the fact that my children will be the scoundrels who will break the Santa secret to all his classmates on the eve, making the night truly sleepless but for entirely different reasons. And I will die of chronic cynicism, on Christmas day, surely.

Babbling aside, this year I was most drawn to Malachi chapter 4, the final book and chapter of the Old Testament which dates 300 years before the birth of Christ, but in all its might leaves a big arrow towards the coming of Jesus. (Yes Christmas is defacto a pagan tradition and Jesus was really born closer to March but if we’re plastering babies & mangers over our cards and we’ve allocated ONE time during the year to remember His birth then might as well do it properly)

Shirt, Shorts, Bag – Uniqlo, Shoes – Topshop, Watch – Casio, Bracelet (right arm) – both COS, Bracelets (left arm) – mix of DIY, Kellu Melu, H&M

World, meet my new bicycle, CW, or China Woman. The first day I rode it out some idiot in a run-down car drove up to me and yelled TAKE IT EASY CHINA WOMAN. Who, me? Since I’m not Chinese I assumed he knew something I didn’t know so I started calling my bike that. So World, my China Woman and I go fast & slow on the bus lane and sometimes through very narrow alleys. Man… had to go to Thesaurus.com to find child-friendly words for that dirty line, are you happy, parents? Too bad though, because I’m going to woo-hoo with my new favourite shoes tonight. (IT’S OK BECAUSE I’M MARRIED TO IT.)

Thank you Alice (of Alicepoint) for helping with the photos and the lovely brunch!
This is also the first instalment of Uniqlooks for August.

Jacket – Gmarket, Shirt – Uniqlo, Pants – +J Uniqlo, Bag – Courtesy of JHYoo, Shoes – Zara, Bracelets – Kelly Melu + COS + Gold Hearted + H&M

Ice coffee, Summer rolls and Beef Pho at Viet Grill, 58 Kingsland Road; Thank you Kit for the outfit shots.

This is why I can’t let go of this blog, because that last post was apparently an equivalent to sobbing into a tub of ice-cream (somewhat), and so many kind readers came and asked what’s wrong and told me everything will be okay. Well, I mean, some did wander off into the bedroom and complimented on the curtains, but then again I can’t blame them, holding a tub of icecream does not necessarily mean I’m brooding. I guess one can simply like icecream. I disgress, I just wanted to thank you for the comments and emails of encouragement – I know it’s a simple matter of finding a bad trait in the blog and trying hard to turn it off, but I cherish the interaction. I mean, I will probably break something if someone asks again about my camera equipment, but you know what I mean.

Also wanted to welcome Jen back to London. The gang (Jen, Kit, myself) got together and discussed the usual blogging affairs, politics and a certain delinquent over Pho and ice coffee at Viet Grill on Kingsland Road.

This is also first instalment of Uniqlooks for June. There’s a grool contest going on – enter and win a trip to a Uniqlo flagship store in New York, London, Paris, Shanghai or Tokyo!

Shoes – Kit’s Bertie, Sweater – From Blogger Yard Sale, Dress – Obakki, Watch – Casio, Sunglasses – Ralph Lauren courtesy of MisterSpex

Here’s a life lesson, when you buy cat food, the cat on the packaging does not come with the purchase. There’s not much of a story, but if I were to start at the beginning, I was sitting in a dark corner of a bar and Mr. Spex, a tall German bloke, slid over to and asked if I’d like to be featured on his website. So I replied OK, but only if it doens’t involve whips, I’m allergic to cow leather. Noo, Mister Spex, the European spectacles emporium, invited me to be a part of their Bloggers say: Wear Sunglasses campaign and offered a choice of a pair that represents the current trend best. I think I fell for keyhole glasses not only because they were ‘in’ but also looked delish on every editorial I’ve seen since March, so I pointed to the Ralph Laurens. Of course, I’d clean forgotten about my Asian non-existent nose bridge and assumed the glasses to suit my round face,  in other words, assumed I had a kitty to feed. Oh the sadness. In reality the glasses sit snug on my cheeks, and one can build a village in the space between the hovering glasses and my actual nose.

Meow :(

Thank you Kit & Jen for the shots.