I love my new home, I really do. It's not huge, but it has a fantastic roof terrace, and is located just off Portobello Road (if you've read Revelry, you may notice just the teensiest hint of life imitating art!). I still can't get over the joy of popping out in the morning to pick up fruit and veg from the market, invariably returning with something I hadn't planned to buy. Yesterday it was two white rose bushes:
The day before, these fab shades from Goldsmith Vintage:
A couple of weeks ago (gulp) something a little more extravagant:
Isn't he gorgeous? He came with a whole stack of 78s and has provided hours of fun as we sip cocktails on the terrace, pretending to be characters in The Great Gatsby (talking of which, are you looking forward to the Baz Luhrmann film as much as I am?).
The atmosphere in the market, especially on a weekday, never fails to cheer. There's a permanent soundtrack, from both the stall that sells vintage rock and blues LPs, and the many buskers that line the streets, even when it's not busy. Somebody is currently fiddling Irish jigs outside my window, and this chap, strumming rockabilly riffs on his double bass, is a particular delight:
The atmosphere in the market, especially on a weekday, never fails to cheer. There's a permanent soundtrack, from both the stall that sells vintage rock and blues LPs, and the many buskers that line the streets, even when it's not busy. Somebody is currently fiddling Irish jigs outside my window, and this chap, strumming rockabilly riffs on his double bass, is a particular delight:
We're surrounded by bars, restaurants, pubs and cafes, and have already made friends with our neighbours - something I've never managed before, after living most of my life in other areas of London. There's just such a friendly, local vibe here - we both love it.
After a whole month we still haven't fully unpacked, and as I type this, Andy's mantling (if that is indeed the converse of dismantling) my new desk. So yesterday, as respite from the endless boxes, I decided to make the most of the sunshine and really have a go at the terrace (my new obsession). I absolutely adore it - it's like sitting in your own little secret garden mere seconds away from the bustle of the grimy metropolis. Yesterday a butterfly actually fluttered by as I wielded my tiny eau de nil watering can (I'll definitely need a bigger one if I continue to buy plants at my current rate!), transporting me to even more pretentious heights of ecstasy.
After a whole month we still haven't fully unpacked, and as I type this, Andy's mantling (if that is indeed the converse of dismantling) my new desk. So yesterday, as respite from the endless boxes, I decided to make the most of the sunshine and really have a go at the terrace (my new obsession). I absolutely adore it - it's like sitting in your own little secret garden mere seconds away from the bustle of the grimy metropolis. Yesterday a butterfly actually fluttered by as I wielded my tiny eau de nil watering can (I'll definitely need a bigger one if I continue to buy plants at my current rate!), transporting me to even more pretentious heights of ecstasy.
More photos to come once we've got rid of all the boxes, but in the meantime - a very happy bank holiday weekend to all!
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