London’s been getting hella hot.
When it was snowing in my hometown back in the states, we were laying outside in St. James’ Park on the hottest weekend of the year so far.
What better way to spend the day than grabbing bad for you snacks and a couple of bottles of Prosecco along with a catch up with girlfriends? Answer, there’s no better way. That’s the perfect way. View Post
Happy Sunday Coffee!
I’m up a bit later this morning, because shockingly, I was out last night. I’m not quite sure who I am either.
It’s been a good couple of weeks where I’ve been living life to the fullest. I spent a couple of months where I stayed in at the weekends because of my busy schedule and it wasn’t fulfilling.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m a total advocate for staying home at the weekends and having lazy lie ins, but I think there’s more to this life than resting up… sometimes.
So I’ve turned over a new mantra, it’s called spending time with Joe, spending time with friends and sometimes ignoring that part of me that wants to crawl under the covers at 10pm on a Saturday night. And it also means that sometimes, I might start a post at 9am in the morning and finish it at 8pm at night. Hey, it happens.
TIME FOR YOUR SUNDAY COFFEE…
Harrods has to be one of the top tourist destinations in London.
Whether you go in to purchase an extravagant handbag, or popping into the food hall for a glass of champagne, we’ve all been there.
What you may not have done however, is sit in Harrods for a proper meal. Enter the Mango Tree. View Post
OK. I know I promised there was a review of Bob Bob Ricard to coincide with my last post that went up. That was a bold faced lie.
Soz. Here it is, one day later!
My pal Grace and I managed to snap up a table in Bob Bob Ricard (who are we, really?) so we ventured there on a Saturday afternoon. I say afternoon because we were booked for a table at 5:30pm.
The early bird special was waiting for us. AKA all the champagne. View Post
A week ago, I finally earned my blogging stripes. You’re not a blogger until you’ve been to Bob Bob Ricard in Soho you know? Kidding. Mostly.
On a whim, my friend Grace and I snagged a last minute table (HOW) for 5:30pm on a Saturday night. LOL. Apparently eating at 5:30pm at Bob Bob Ricard is 100% socially acceptable. In order to throw off the fact that we were actual elderly people eating, we dressed for the occasion.
Earlier that day, I picked up this little number from Zara.
I’m. In. Love. View Post