BBFF

Sunday, 27 May 2012





what a pair of posers!

More sunshiney goodness! This time from the very first spurt of it earlier this week, where I found the time to jolly up to the centre of London to meet with my very good pal Bee. My BBFF, in fact - bloggy best friend forever, of course! The history of Bee and me goes back a long, long way to the depths of Livejournal in the mid-naughties and I honestly feel like we've known each other forever whenever we meet up and just cannot stop wittering. Definitely one of the best things being so social on the internet has brought me is the many friends I've gained and longwindedly, I suppose I wouldn't be living the way I do today if it had not been for meeting certain people by way of online diaries and forums. Anyway, Bee is one of the best people I've ever met in my entire life. Fact. We've both been blogging in various forms for years but when we first decided to start up less emo-ish, more serious and public blogs we decided that we would totally cheerlead each other, and thus the term 'BBFF' was born. You heard it here first, 'kay?

Coming straight from work, I was totally unprepared for the glorious sunshine on offer which is why I look like I'm dying of heat in a pair of jeans. Because I totally am. Still, we enjoyed one of the most luscious dinners ever at Byronburger and took away a couple of gorgeous milkshakes - chocolate malt for Bee, straight-up vanilla for me. The milkshakes are to die for and are worth going to Byronburger for alone. We chose a sitting-and-nattering spot of Soho Square, which the entirety of London had seemingly picked too but that only added to the wonderful joyful feeling that seemed to be filtering through the city at that time.

As my bloggy best friend forever, of course our Bee has a spot on the internet of her very own - Like A Skeleton Key - and you ought to check it out for wonderful words and hot London tips. She can sniff out things even a born Londoner (i.e. yours truly) wouldn't know about. It all makes for quirky but knowledgeable reading and it's definitely one to watch.

This post is totally sponsored* by love & friendship.
* 'kay, it isn't really sponsored.

Summer breeze

Friday, 25 May 2012








Summer = comfy shoes, long walks, discovering abandoned rope swings in the middle of nowhere, impromptu picnics every night, cold bottled beer & cider, sunglasses, amazing playlists, bare legs, laying sprawled across the grass until 8pm, unsafe cartwheels, huge smiles, discovering your bag makes an excellent beer caddy, getting into all the nooks & crannies of the town that you live in, sunkissed cheeks and great company. Blimey, and that's just in one evening! It's safe to say that I have grabbed onto this burst of sunshine with two hands and I am damned if I let go. We certainly need these rays after that pesky month-plus of rain! Have you been enjoying this sudden sunshine?

Maximum R&B

Wednesday, 16 May 2012


cardigan: primark / tee: camden market, 2003 / jeans: h&m / shoes: primark

And here, you will see me wax lyrical about a t-shirt. Yes, a t-shirt.

I can't be the only human being who has a favourite t-shirt, surely. We've all got one when we think about it. It could have been a present, it could be the most expensive & delicate thing you own, or it could be something that has lasted you many years & you couldn't bear to get rid of. My Who t-shirt falls under the latter - and also stands as one of the most precious things in my belonging. You see when I bought this t-shirt, it was late 2002 or early 2003 and my weekends were best spent hanging out at Camden Lock with my school-friends, often in possession of a bottle of White Lightning (sorry Mum). I bartered a street-side seller down from £6 to £4 - hey, £2 was a big deal in those days - to lay my mucky paws on this t-shirt which I only wanted so much because it features my favourite band.

Honestly, I grew up listening to The Who and owned - still do - every single album and artifact involving this band, and I believe it's an institute to actually be in love with a band before you even think about adorning an item of clothing with their name on it. How many times have you seen kids wearing Fleetwood Mac, The Ramones or Rolling Stones tees, to name a few, and wondered if they can even hum a line from any of their songs. And yes, I know it's possible to come from very diverse musical backgrounds (I, for one, know this more than anybody, as the girl who was brought up on Slade, The Who, & The Beatles on one end of the spectrum, and Tchaikovsky & Handl on the other, with a lot of Spice Girls inbetween). But I also believe that with the ready availability of band-related clothing, it's really easy for anybody to slap it on in the lame aid of looking a bit cool.

So I've owned this t-shirt for the best part of 10 years and seriously, however OTT it sounds, if I had to reduce this tee to the rag pile I would be gutted. I wear it pretty much every fortnight, which would make the cost-per-wear ridonkulous by now, and it's become such a known factor of mine that for a time at college I was referred to as "Who t-shirt Kate". It's been with me through all the brilliant parts of my life; for I can even remember the days wearing it after my secondary school "graduation", on a date once, on long lazy summers with shorts drinking bottled beer in Greenwich Park, when I moved in with Phil. Plus - a super amazing plus - it's one of the few things that I bought 10 years ago that still even fits me! Get in. Not only that, but it's so easy to dress myself with; it's great worn rough or fancy, and it's the best thing to just throw on if I can't be bothered, but I'm still true to myself.

So it may be a t-shirt, but it's more than just a t-shirt, isn't it?