I've moved on...
...to a different domain. Why, what were you thinking? The truth is, I just woke up one day and decided it's time for a change—a metamorphosis, if you will; or, in layman's terms, if Britney can shave her head, then maybe so can I? Nevertheless, it's been a rather handsome 10 years of talking to you, and thank you for putting up with all my moodswings and terrible dad jokes. Fear not! The hormonal imbalance and jokes are more terrible on CUBICLE, see you there.

Hurwundeki Cafe; Wearing: Sweater coat – Geiger, Belt Vintage – Pants – Courtesy of H! By Henry Holland for Debenhams

This is one café I keep returning to despite that its location basically kisses my house when I fold a map of London in half. The magic of this place might be the sweet-musty smell of the tunnel or the amazing BLT+M(ozarella) sandwich, but what personally rocks my pumpkin carriage is the fact that all the furniture in the café is on sale, including the benches in the garden and shelves their cakes are displayed on. So everytime I visit,  something in the corner catches my eye – for example it was an amazeballs cast-iron clothesrail for £30 the other day. I promised myself to come back with a wad of cash and dig around more, yes definitely next time, and then I came back a few days later to find it gone… ARG! So now I’ve acquired this habit where whenever I visit I’d stare at the chair or sofa that someone’s having her coffee in, in fear that she’d pack that up as well into her bag when she’s done and I’ll keel over again and go NOooOoOoo…