I thought I'd better warn you that this post contains roughly a million photos. Since I'd brought my humongous camera (which got A LOT of attention from men. The camera, NOT me) to London, I figured I might as well be a little trigger happy and take photos of anything and everything.
I came to the U.K knowing only a handful of people. Thanks to blogging, my circle of friends had exploded. My rationale is that blogging is a pretty isolating hobby. You sit in your PJs and you tap away on your laptop (the irony. Blab about fashion but dressed in track pants). Furthermore, most of us are embarrassed to tell others that we blog so we treat it like some sort of a disreputable subterfuge activity. It's almost a relief when we meet others and realize that there are plenty of embarrassed ladies. Just like us.
The bloggerfest started off on Saturday afternoon with enough prosecco to dissolve our stomach lining. I'll introduce the ladies tomorrow as I have TONS of photos. Sue and I staggered off to meet Amanda of Assembled Hazardly who'd flown in from Seattle and TK of Dead Fleurette who came by way of Oslo for more drinks and food. Earlier in the week, Amanda and I had already done the pub crawl......... We wouldn't be bloggers if we didn't photograph our food to death. Followed by an Instagram update. And Twitter. You're allowed to roll your eyes.
Outfit: Zara coat (similar here), Rick Owens leather jacket (similar here), Uniqlo silk shirt, James Jeans, New Balance 420 sneakers and Chanel WOC (wallet on chain).
The next morning Sue, Avril and I caught up for breakfast. See? I even photographed Sue photographing her food..... Yes, sh*t that bloggers do. I'll have you know that Sue takes more photos than I do...... The 3 of us had to make a mad dash to catch our trains. I managed to see the lovely Annie of Insideology and we yapped over more food and coffee (I was more hyper than a Jack Terrier by this stage. Totally caffeinated to my gills). I promptly forgot to stop by Patisserie des Reves because I was sidetracked by The Kooples sweat pants. I was so annoyed with myself. Oh, I got papped near the bin (thanks to Natalie who will make an excellent paparazzo. She nabbed my camera and took shot after shot after shot after shot after shot). And yes, I'd forgotten to brush my hair...again!!
p.s. Ladies, thank you for the wonderful weekend, the camaraderie, your friendship and support. And Sue - HAPPY BIRTHDAY!