It was unavoidable I guess. I have now arrived at what will be the last year of my 20's. Scary shit.
What wasn't so scary though, was being given the most perfect day to celebrate, all put on by the wonderful Hell's Bells.
The day was kicked off with a gorgeous brunch at the ever fabulous Riding House Café along with an expected food coma. I think the staff at Riding House are pretty used to us now and they're getting quite good at pretending to find it normal to have our eggs with a side stack of pancakes. Plus granola. And about 5 mimosas each. This time was no exception. Other than the candles on my pancake tower!
Between stuffing our faces full of every carbohydrate on planet Earth we did manage to agree on my adopting a pug for my birthday and naming him Pugsy Malone. Best birthday present to myself ever!
Seeing as I live in an apartment in Shoreditch with the closest green area to walk a dog being the next door football pitch where some very colourful crack heads also hang out, I had to settle for an adorable bunny bracelet from Marc Jacobs. So many gorgeous things in his Mayfair boutique - it's just a shame they have managed to recruit what may just be the rudest and most unhelpful staff in Britain.
After a long stroll through Fitzrovia, Soho and Mayfair we decided it was time for this year's first glass of rose. For those who didn't know - the first glass of rose wine is a surer sign of spring than birds singing, brighter evenings, pollen invasions and Brits wearing bikinis in the park at 15 degrees Celsius.
Ending this lovely day in a typical Me manner, I obviously realised at the very last minute that my storage space contract expires the next day! Cue creepy bus from Haymarket to the dodgiest end of Southwark and insisting to the lovely guys at the storage unit office that yes, I could empty my space in 7 minutes and oh by the way, did they have a lock cutter at hand? Shoving 25 pairs of shoes, a television screen, a pink hoover, a hundred odd pieces of tea sets from my 27th Alice in Wonderland party and a collection of Hello Kitty notebooks was not necessarily the way I had planned to end my 29th birthday. But it's still somehow very appropriate and reflective of my personality.
Here's to rocking the next 364 days!
 |
| Happy Bunny at Riding House Cafe |
 |
| My lovely birthday organizer! |
 |
| There's nothing wrong with buying yourself a present for your 29th! |
No comments:
Post a Comment