Back in Londonts. Chapter II.

From Liverpool I arrived back to London. 

No pic, no proof:

First thing first I went to this little Rose in Dalston:

A little freshen up and milky tea later it was time to meet up the third Golden Girl Blanche.

Her new work place (we meet once a year, everything that happened later than 2013 December is new) was rad! #Miista:

A little spoiler alert - I took pair of Miistas back to Estonia. 

Big up to Blanche!

The Golden Girls are painting themselves even more golden:

Spindle Magazine relaunch party with free booze and brownies welcomed us gently.

Blanche had to keep fashion interns away with a stick. Proud moment!:

Of course a little duck face before we go-go:

Damn, one decent picture of us. 

I have beautiful friends:

Petite Noir:

The day after I browsed around at &Other Stories (seems to be the main sponsor of this blog).

SO MUCH PRETTY:

Do. Did. Done:

I love the South Bank, how tourist of me:

Mr.Thames:

Sir.Ben:

Surprisingly sunny weather:

Very patriotic train station:

On my way to the Sainsbury's:

Great museum lover as I am, I tinkled at Tate Modern and played with leaves:

Rather lovely walk I had:

Double decker ride back to Dalston:

I just found out the tune belongs to Disclosure.

The only time they are here:

to be continued... 

Liverpool 3.0

Last week I was off from work. Fred and I had the idea to travel to the Moon and back, unfortunately our holidays were out of sync. I guess PÖFF and all the film industry is more important than this white girl with an ass that just won't quit. Well, that's another love story.

Anyways, I still needed to get out of my element, therefore I bought the plane ticket to the place with heavy concentration of Wilma's friends - the UK a.k.a. the land of drugs, techno and Jamie Oliver.

I landed in London and had few hours before my train departure to Liverpool.

 Just enough time to do a quick stroll around &Other Stories and Phonica Records:

I did not buy any clothes on my trip. Is it even possible? Am I finally fulfilled?

I was more into Christmas lights above:

What else should an Estonian girl do in London, 

than going to the Scandinavian Kitchen and ordering O'Boy hot chocolate and Lucia buns.

The Christmas feeling! Such. Much. Has. I.:

My Swedish grandfather is coming to visit me next week, 

which means I have to assemble a list full of goods I need:

"1. A lot of fish in a can

2. Blossa 2014 mulled wine

3. Polarbröd + gurkpastej":

Then I hopped on the fast and furious train to Liverpool.

The book title would be "No time no see. Me big":

One thing hadn't changed, 

the little mister was "Still living with parents":

He is better at yoga than you'll ever be:

We rollin', they hatin':

A little shopping never hurt nobody.

Spoiler alert - my new boots in the bag I'm holding became super handy 

when I arrived back to -17 degrees Estonia:

Mom is hot, baby is smart, Dad looks like a hamster:

All we ever need from Tesco are cabbages, few bottles of ale and, of course, diapers.

"Would Jesus go to Tesco?":

How Lush Oatmeal Body Scrub is made:

NOT ENOUGH BABY PICTURES! MOAR!:

The Ninja Katt kills you when you're asleep:

Baby: "Who is this strange woman??!":

"Let me show you where the wild things are!":

Then we sent the baby off to his grandmother's. 

Football, ale and talking about our creepy-creepy friends.

Bliss:

Suddenly came the morning when I had to leave. 

No time to watch "Charmed" together, just one last selfie before I go-go:

The point where I dropped few tears:

To London. To the new adventures.:

End of that week the Little Mister started walking! 

(my heart is playing techno)