I had such a lovely lovely day yesterday. I was one of those giddy public transport passengers who just can't wait to reach her destination. I met Robyn in London for lunch and a highly-needed catch-up. We headed through the drizzle (really?!) to The Breakfast Club, where I devoured American pancakes and Robyn had a to-die-for Breakfast Burrito. I'd never been there before but fell for its charm and - how could I not? - the toilets. [Above you'll see the wallpaper of the cubicle I was in, and the smallest disco in the world where I waited for Robyn to do her thinggg.]
Then it was time for vintage shops all around the Brick Lane area. We popped in and out of shops and were gossiping too much to always be taking notice. The snap of us together was taken in Beyond Retro, where I discovered that Robyn will always look better in headbands and I will never suit turbans. I walked out with a cute pastel-block crop and some round sunnies, while Robyn went for two of the headbands and a cute skull that she's going to make into a necklace.
As budding journalists, we made for the free magazines in Rough Trade and later discussed our futures over a drink; a tiny bit of sunshine reached our skin as we sat outside, which I took as a sign.