It's weekends like this when I realise and appreciate how bloomin' good London is. Yes the tubes are sweaty, buying a large glass of wine makes me shed a little tear, and I'm never home from work in time to watch Eastenders, but you can at least count on always having somewhere new to explore, or something new to do.
This weekend Toni (from the rather marvellous blog
'Oh hey Tone') and I went for a little wander down Church Street in Stoke Newington. I'd been recommended it by a couple of people, and recently read that it's one of Leona Lewis' favourite places in London. I was sold. Anyway, it's definitely as lovely as everyone suggested - full of antiquey vintagey cakey goodness.
Oh hey wind.
We stumbled on a gorgeous little cafe called The Fat Cat for coffee, and somehow ended up getting quite involved in their cat-style-x-factor. I think. I'm still not entirely sure to be honest, all I know was that I was lured in by a mocha and ended up leaving after voting for a cat named Frank...several times.
Dirty Blonde is a great little shop for some vintage finds - I picked up these raaaather amazing pair of shorts, which I'm almost definitely going to wear until I'm 70 (impulse buying is one of my strongest qualities), and Toni found a beautiful Valentino wool blazer for a steal at £30.
So basically, I think the moral of this story is to visit Church Street. Lovely people, lovely shorts, and apparently even lovelier cats.
x
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