Archives for the month of: November, 2014

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Sunday; a wonderful weekend, we even managed to escape the City for a few hours. Refreshing our lungs with West countryside air, we stopped at Barrow Wake viewpoint on the way to Worcester. It overlooks Gloucestershire and it’s name derives from the Iron Age burial that was discovered here in 1879.

Clearly very attached to my vintage duster, I wear it with my new Nike Flash Pagasus running shoes, which are so comfortable for everyday wear, I am reluctant to exhaust them with punishing running miles.

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Weekends are back and from now onwards, they are true to their definition. With no more awkward and unsociable shifts, the working week ends and two days of lazy mornings, self-indulgence and impromptu eventualities begin.

With a late start, we leisurely strolled around Alexandra Park, slightly bemused by the juxtaposing crunching leaves and 20 degree heat.
Cliché, I know, but the temperamental British weather brings great difficulty to our transitional wardrobes. For those well past summer trends, the mild autumnal sunshine leaves us sweating in our woollen coats but reluctantly avoiding the lurking winter shade when removed.
A conundrum one may think, but I have a solution, in the form of a lightweight duster coat.
Even better, a vintage Ralph Lauren, lightweight duster coat.
Frittering in the mirror of the vintage shop, toying over whether the coat would see much day light in the up coming winter months, I decided to purchase this classic piece anyway.

And a good decision it was. Nearly the hottest first weekend of November since records began, the coat and I (oh and the boyfriend) enjoyed the mild temperatures.

Our parkland walk led us to the Broadway, where we spent the rest of the day, mostly mooching and munching…
We stopped at the Crocodile Cafe to indulge in their hearty cakes and archaic Victorian books they had stacked upon the book shelves.
I am also very pleased to have discovered two vintage shops in Avenue Mews- Can’t Buy Me Love and Cha Cha Cha, in which I will be returning to, on the hunt for a winter coat!

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Moving out, especially to a big city such as London, can feel like a daunting prospect. But in this cosy suburb of North London, Muswell Hill is kind to the amateur Londoner, with its orderly middle class atmosphere and village feel Broadway.
Notoriously one of the most sought after areas in London, my budget and I fought over a cosy room (and by cosy I mean small) in a large house share.
After a week of finding my feet, I am beginning to settle in by marking my territory, that is the kitchen cupboard, and by adding personal touches to my room, regardless of whether it’s starting to resemble a jumble sale.
I am gradually learning to master the art of multi-purposing furniture and obscuring ‘stuff’; my current masterpiece being the wardrobe. Under it, on top of it, behind it, on the doors- each piece has been suitably placed. I have even contemplated making use of the walls, their bareness could most definitely be utilised.
Getting up at winters dawn results in loud bangs and bruises and my morning yoga could pass as a form of robotic dance, but I suppose the cooped up chicken feeling will surpass and minimalism will feel too cold and empty.
And if it doesn’t, then the mass of greenery in Alexandra Park will do the trick. It is a runners paradise, with bouncy joggers sprouting from beyond the leafy trees and effortlessly gallivanting their way up the menacing hills, as I huff and puff my way to the top. But the reward does not disappoint. Panoramic views of London stare back and the air is surprisingly cleaner than the thick smog that projects over the rest of the London’s skyline.
The grand Alexandra Palace and I overlook the parkland and cityscape beyond, as I play tourist in my new local area. In the last of autumnal sunshine, I subtly bask in its rays as I make my way downhill towards the Sunday famers market. A long stretch of food stalls and a gathering of Muswell Hillians casually lunching on handmade pies and cold pressed juices, makes for quite the social event. With so many choices for all food palates, my sweet tooth caved in and I purchased a slice of the dark chocolate banana loaf from Nyborg’s Kitchen. This moistly dense, sweetly spiced slice of gluten-free heaven went down perfectly with my vanilla chai tea!

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