Yeah, whatevs

Strange weekend, sad weekend, beautiful and solid, and sunny weekend.

Faces met, faces left, kisses crept.

(maple will not stop licking my fingers as we speak...makes typing damp)

Sad- because I finally travelled to London to pick up my studio bits from stourspace...the space I never really used. Broken bags of brushes and drill ends make a flying trapeze into the back of the car.

We rolled up as Hackney Wicked was winding up...the studios looked supreme. Dream team Becx and Neil had not been to sleep, and I achingly wanted to hug them for hours, but Maple was hot, and of course, they had other things they probably needed to get on with.

I hope I see them again soon...the warmest souls, and Stour- a majestic monument to living out dreams and taking the present by it's balls.

Painterman and I said goodbye to Hackney Wick, and then said ta ta to one another, as I nipped off through a gap in a busy road to go find miss LT.

Miss L found me emptying my bag of receipts and general flotsam at exit 3, Old Street tube. I had spent a solitary twenty minutes trying to feel/look busy, and by the time our greeting embraced one another, I had eaten a huge, ripe pink peach, and dribbled sweet liquor down the insides of my wrists and used up all the stolen toilet paper scraps I had fished for in my bag.

We frog marched to get food, but food was tut tut poor, but I managed to get maple syrup into the equation, so I could not complain *too* much.  After losing ourselves briefly to my vague recollection of where we were meant to be heading, we found our hotspot- 'Lets get ready to jumble' at:

Bar Music Hall
134 Curtain Road
London EC2A 3AR

http://community.vivastreet.co.uk/sales+shoreditch/let--s-get-ready-to-jumble--happy-holidays/26563112



My treasure of a swoon friend, Alice and her divine girl Miss R, were found there, just about to tuck into an exotic looking lunch at their jumble HQ table, so after little cheek kisses and hugs LT and I commenced the big Rummage with a capital R.

I had not been to a Jumble sale in...memory cannot say...so it was bear sized fun to get on knees and rifle through baskets and bags and trunks for the adoption of possible beauties... I found a purple bell sleeved cotton smock/dress thing, and borrowed £2.50 from LT to pur chase my purchase.   So many pretty girls there, all completely cute in their very own extra spesh ways, with holiday themed melodies trifling in the air, light as candy floss on a beach trip.

Listen to Alice, one half of team Jumble (Miss R being the other half) on Radio 4, womens hour!!! I am the proudest friend in the w o r l d ! (segment 4, scroll down)

http://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/b00t3t9v

and...

http://www.independent.co.uk/news/uk/this-britain/fashionconscious-discover-a-hot-new-destination--the-humble-jumble-sale-1987509.html

We said our farewells to the beautiful girls (with much regret!) and jollied up (as if we had been injected with root beer floats) we took what would be our first of many steps around the City.
 

After a brief interlude of picking a stalk of wild lavender and smelling and then dropping (repeatedly) and drifting through near empty glass and stone streets (the important office people all at home now, quiet, drunk, resting, sexing, snogging in the back row infront of a 3D disney box office boomer, which I ended up seeing on Saturday night and L O V I N G ... toy story part trois btw) we made it to embankment (phew, long walk-long sentence).

I visited the cleanest public toilets of all time

"Thats ok dear, you go in, there is a hinge on the back of the door at hip height you will need to release"

and then we caught the trimmer? strimmer? hummer?   Er... clipper! to Greenwich, as mixed emotion clouds started to cheer up- a sunstreaky London riverline (skyline?) from which LT pulled out all the best facts for me, like doves from her sleeves.

"That old crane has been made into little gardens, see the bridges leading across to them from each flat?"

Greenwich=green I don't live there (only joking painterman).

I did love it. We arrived my clipper! What else could a sleepy sore footed girl want on a Sunday evening? (Apart from maybe a foot massage from a beautiful man/woman, using warmed coconut oil and a pair of strong, loving hands!?)

er

yeah...anyway

we walked through the slim, short streets and up to LT's new pad, spent ages trying to choose between Indian, Indian, Turkish, Greek and ended up going to Efes on Trafalgar Road, which was incredibly delicious, although strange looking from the outside. But if you are ever in the area why not pop in...

http://www.qype.co.uk/place/242967-Efes-Meze-London


night nights and a hot sleep...
and then...

a morning by myself wandering around Greenwich, and then the south bank, river dreamz and a film I took...which I will post...

tomorrow.

Dinner time says my tummy.
My heart says

goodbye

x