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.

Scarf – Scottish Highland wool shop in Holborn, Coat – Quicksilver

Loved this girl sitting on her windowsill selling homemade cupcakes for 40p!

Lily Vanilli Bakery

Columbia Road Flower Market, London, E2 7RG

You can leave it to me to kill already-dead herbs, but the flower market probably is one of my favourite places in London. But I’m probably not one of a tulip’s favourite things, obviously. It’s just 15 minutes away with the bicycle from home but every Sunday morning I find myself busy bullet-pointing reasons in my head why it’s better inside the duvet than out, then it gets to point no. 7 and it’s about 5pm and time to go to church. But whenever I do make it down, I ask myself why I’m not there every single weekend. Granted, the current season’s flowers look more like cabbages (or was that pre-brunch hunger talking) but it’s the puppies, the girls in khaki fedoras and red lipstick, the famous cappuccino from Lily Vanilli with a sprinkle of chocolate powder that make it so good. Funny thing is, I’ve never yet had a chance to buy any flowers (still looking for that perfect vase…) but it really is one of my favourite places to give up a sleepy Sunday morning for.

Hat – Gmarket, Sweater coat & jeans – Zara, Striped top & bag – Topshop, Grey cardigan – Uniqlo, Boots – Dr Martens | Thanks to Emily for taking shots of me!

Congratulations you made it down all the way here, have a Gatorade for your fingers.

I had a fantastic Saturday with new friends I met through the blog, Jackie and Emily, thanks you guys for coming out on a cold day! We ploughed through the market as a trio of cheapasses, gasping and gurgling at £60 necklaces and poking at £30 porcelain finger dolls, photographing like it pooped currency. This one seller actually muttered stupid photographer behind my back so I whipped around with violence and thanked her for calling me a photographer, PEOPLE THINK I’M A PHOTOGRAPHER woohoo! No, I didn’t thank the rude woman, we moved on to get £0.50 bag of Haribos for lunch.

Next time you’re in Portobello be sure to check out the Burrito stand near Portobello Green, donkey-licious! (burrito…obviously does not contain donkey meat)