Jacket – Gerry Webber, Shirt – Vintage

There’s nothing more satisfying than leaving the house early and following the friend around while she does her chores, whining that I’m hungry and going to faint on the busstop and finally hearing her say FINE WE’LL GO EAT, WOMAN. But I only live to bug you, Elface.

The Stockpot in SoHo is a perfect British equivalent of a diner with homey food and simple but good (for a lack of a better adjective) drinks. Definitely check it out when you’re in London, especially good when you’ve spent all your money in American Apparel and Urban Outfitters that also sorta exist in your own country (but of course it seems better in a foreign country) and all you have is a fiver left in your pocket.

Nonsense, Mr Lamp is NOT for sale, he is merely supervising the stall while I get a burrito.

The rest of the 6 pairs of shoes are, though. While I was moving into my new apartment I realised how many shoes I adopted just to make them orphans in my own closet. So here they all are, looking at you with droopy eyes, how could you resist!?

Skirt & Vest – Vintage (in Covent Garden), Shoes – Office, Jacket – ASOS, Bag – Topshop, Striped Top – Gmarket

I bought an electronic blanket a few days ago and MY GOODNESS does it beckon me to bed, all day. For the past week that my heater didn’t work and the nights were getting so cold I couldn’t fall asleep till 3am, going to bed was a nuisance. Now work is a nuisance, school’s a nuisance, all life outside the bed is a nuisance. URG. I started this blogging deal 3 hours ago and every 5 minutes I’ve been zoning out into the direction of the bed imaging stupid things like if I die in my sleep with the heating still on would I be cooked raw, medium or well done before someone finds my body.
There, I’ve just gone and stroked the warm underbelly of the duvet for nothing more than pleasure’s sake, and I’m afraid I must go now, goodbye.

Scarf Wrap- Urban Outfitters, Pants, Shoes – Zara, Belt – Vintage, Bag – Gmarket, DIY Shoulderpads

I was so generously gifted a chance to waddle across the channel in a train to Paris that left last Saturday morning, courtesy of We Are Social and Eurostar. I’d been in Poland when the 12-blogger Paris haul happened in July and contemplated flying in for the trip but sense punched me at the right time and I kindly declined. Well, who knew a pair of tickets were available for when I returned to London!?

Ellen and I did a quick wikitravel plan, (look at you glaring with those judgemental eyes) and took note of 5 places to visit including a flea market and the catacombs. I know, all we wanted to see was a good market and piles of skulls. We like skulls. The train was amazing, the breakfast rather phenomenal, and after a short nap I got popular all of a sudden on my phone and got all those welcome to France from T-Mobile text messages. Oh this popularity.

After a FAIL session of trying to rent a bike near Hôtel de Ville, we decided to take the Velib (Paris city bikes) and headed towards the Catacombs. Let me do the rest in bulletpoints as they’re mostly FAILs anyway:

• Got lost on bikes going south, ‘parallel’ so nonexistant in Paris.
• Arrived near catacombs, our first destination, 4 hours after arrival in Paris… fail.
• Wandered in circles around and around catacombs for half an hour, not being able to find the entrance.
• Stopped at PAUL’s (YES, the bakery we also have in London…Paris pastry experience fail) and had a quick munch.
• Found entrance to catacombs and found it closed.
• Head off to second destination, get lost EVERYWHERE.
• Try for third destination, LOST AGAIN.

Hey, it’s not like we didn’t have a map, or navigating brainpower. Several times we’d missed left turns because we couldn’t brave going through the intersection with traffic.

In the end we got back to the train station – having lost eachother while entering the train station, not having eaten ANY French pastry, or seen the eiffel tower… but I must say, I had the greatest time getting lost on the bike and seeing all the streets in Paris that I would never have seen if we were attached to a tour programme. In my opinion it’s the ideal way to tour Paris – given that you’re not a road-wuss like us.

So go ahead, take a Paris bike break.

First photo by Gabriella
Shirt – Jackpot, Pants – Zara, Shoes – Monnari, Bag – Vintage, Necklace – Gmarket

On my last day in Kraków I had a chance to meet up with Gabriella from Street Fashion in Kraków, such a sweetheart. We drank lemonade at an atmospheric cafe on Bracka street. The cafe had seats outside that looked like school tables where customers would sit alongside eachother and watch the passerbys, kinda like first row fashion show seats, and I’m thinking that’s how Gabi chooses her streetstyle prey.

The Kraków trip was a breath of fresh air; my favourite was the fact that the modern youth culture was completely embedded in the historical bits of the city, so you’d easily find a nightclub in a Polish townhouse of the 1500’s. Café’s are marrrveloos as well, they have this natural vintage den-like atmosphere that you can’t possibly create out of scratch, oh how delicious.

You know this was coming: YOU NEED TO VISIT KRAKOW. Capitals and all.