Brixton night aaat aaat...

There is nothing better than getting your glad rags on and going aaaaat aaaaat with the gal dem. When we say aaaat aaaat we mean going for cocktails in

The Lounge

in Brixton, yummy burgers at

Honest Burger

in the village, a cheeky bottle of champers at

Champagne and Fromage

, some dancing and some more cocktails. I know this may sound tame but we will have you know we ordered the burger off the 'specials' list and we had elderflower liqueur in our champers! Cray cray! I have to tell you there are no better cocktails in Brixron than at lounge. There is a scrummy list that we find hard to chose from. When we first moved to Brixton there was not the extensive list of places to go. There was The lounge and


on Brixton road, but five years on, one Starbucks, one Costa coffee, boutiques and pop ups by the dozen, it is hard pushed to make a decision, let alone get a table at all the places there are. But despite the competition, The Lounge stands strong and firm and it isn't (thank goodness) going anywhere. Now Bobbie of course would not drink far too much, dance with no rhythym or eat until she couldn't breath. She would get home, down a pint of water, some ibuprofen and wake up breezy and head to the gym. She most certainly wouldn't stop off at Macdonalds for a chocolate Sunday, fall asleep on the sofa, with a faceful of chocolate sauce, wake up at 1pm and eat ice cream in bed the whole day... no no no! Bobbies wouldn't... but we just might.

Glad rags for the evening included black on black with a snippet of gold. You can never go wrong with black on black... unless you are inclined to spill mayon down your new cammi vest.

A day back home...

Ah... home. The weekend dreams are made of. The pretty river, the family time, the neices and nephews, girlie catch ups.  Oh and of course food, food and more yummy food. What to wear for such events... white skinnies of course. And what does that mean? Two year old cutesy hands covered in chocolate... All over them. Bobbie would not shed a tear... We just might

A few days before Vegas

Go on another shopping trip... Obvs. 3 sleeps to go, 2 sunnies, 3 pairs of lashes,  1 massive sun hat down and Vegas is drawing near. So today, another bank holiday, I thought it only fair to myself to do a last minute shop. One can never 'window shop' too much. Because obviously one is 'just' window shopping.

Today's outfit for such a 'browse' is modelled by Primarks very own brand ambassador... now we stopped shopping in Primark for a while. Clothes seemed to go down hill fast. And we wanted to buy more classic pieces that would last forever... well at least until we were 35 say. But recently we managed to purchase some great pieces that we think, if the washing machine allows, will last us at least until we are 30... The blazer, the vest and the wet look jeans, all from Primarche...

Huh? That's only 7 months away? Well they will definitely last till then then!