As I mentioned in my last post, last week I popped over to Brighton for the weekend.
I have an abundant family unit based there and have been visiting since I was a pocket sized chubster, wearing baby-grows and woolly Tibetan-earflap hats (apparently mum thought this was the height of cool).
It's often a mad dash to see everyone in our condensed visits, in-between beloved activities like cream tea in the Sussex countryside and shopping the North Laines, which are jammed with some of my all time favourite places to shop. The shops really are some of the best I've seen, bulging with a mix of vintage, street-wear and unique boutiques full of one offs you'll no doubt treasure.
I managed to fit in a visit to an old friend's brand new shop, in the North Laines no less, where we hung out for hours people watching and trying on vintage. The store, called Artemis, has the most stunning decor of furs (by-products), mirrored mannequin 'busts' and gilded stags which I couldn't get enough of (check out some of the images below).
The trip was topped off with the most peaceful Sunday, spent in the Sussex Countryside exploring parks, traditional little pubs and doing a round of cream tea in our favourite gardens. I am still under the impression that I was born middle age, relishing in these activities while chewing on my dentures and slurping creamed-corn like some people might enjoy nightclubs and tequila shots.
Bingo next week anyone?
|THE SMALLEST CHURCH IN BRITAIN AND ITS RESIDENT CAT|
|SHOPPING, NEW PURCHASES, COUSIN CHARLIE THE CAT IN HIS CAPE|