The last time it snowed in London, for some reason, it avoided our part of town (South Kensington). So this weekend, when it really came down, it was a REALLY big deal. Our cat just couldn't believe his eyes. I was singing this song, below. Ever since the Maybelline party last Thursday, when they were playing it, I haven't got it out of my head:
It's just been such a treat, such a great excuse to stay in, make Boeuf Bourguignon (that's just a really luscious slow cooking beef stew) for four hours, finally get the home made Christmas cards out.. in fact Mr. D and I took turns going out to post them, and as I had the gifted pink American Apparel coat that I could not give away, in a bag by the stairs, we realised: it's actually quite practical. I think I'm going to keep it for snow emergencies.
Our cards this year come from a childhood activity my mom taught us: folding and cutting plain white paper (I bought a sketchbook, it's slightly heavier than printer paper but not too thick to cut). Then I strung a bunch up with thread and have it hanging in lieu of a Christmas tree, like a white mobile.
These jade plants - which I've heard are good luck - are all grown from little cuttings that I've smuggled home in my suitcase - wrapped in moist paper towels in a zip lock bag - from one plant that my dad had in the summer house.
But mostly: it was a great chance to stay warm and dry while doing a bit of 'street shooting': like this woman in full length real fur, and a wildly patterned umbrella. Am I not the laziest street style shooter on the planet.