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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