The sun was shining with all it’s might, and even the clouds looked positively bouncy in the cornflower blue sky. There was nothing for it but to put on a smile, a spritz of my beloved Annick Goutal Petite Cherie parfum, and Nouvelle Vague on my ipod (perfect for breezy summer days when I want to pretend I’m actually off to Paris) and make for Notting Hill. There, I met one of my favourite blog friends (and fellow Australian export), Notting Hill Girl, for a day so lovely, not even the usual swarm of noisy tourists clogging up Portobello Road could dampen my glee.
We ambled the length of Portobello Road, stopping to rummage for treasures at stalls selling antique maps, vintage jewels (I’m like a magpie when it comes to tables strewn with twinkly brooches), silverware and trad English preppy accessories (croquet sets and leather satchels just made for Cambridge weekends). We bought armfuls of hydrangeas at the flower stand, crusty loaves of sour dough and Australian TimTams at The Grocer, trawled the shelves of the charming Travel Bookshop (like brooches, I’m powerless against the lure of tiny bookstores, especially when they feature in deliciously cheesy Hugh Grant films), and spoke endlessly of shoes, France, and Australia (a few of my favourite things). Afterwards, we ate brunch (my favourite meal) on the movie set-perfect Westbourne Grove, created our fantasy wardrobes at Whistles and Sandro, and stared longingly at yet more gastronomic porn in the windows of Melt and Ottolenghi (both Ledbury Road). And when all our other senses had had their fill, we skipped off to Aesop and then Diptyque, the grown-up equivalent of magical emporiums for our noses.
And for me, these are pretty much all the ingredients for a perfect lazy Saturday.
What I Wore: French Connection breton-striped top, J Brand skinny jeans, Chanel 2.55 bag, Ash boots, Chloe sunglasses, Michael Kors watch, Mimco bangle, pearls (courtesy of Jersey Peal), and a vintage necklace (aka. my default lazy weekend uniform).
I’d love to know how you spend those perfect weekends?
Love, Miss B xx