Weekends are usually time for relaxing, doing laundry, and sleeping late. I get asked what I do with my “spare” time when I’m not working. Well I’m still working as such, but one also has to drag oneself away from one’s computer… I thought I should write a blog about it (as you do).
This weekend, I attended 5 separate events. For someone who likes to stay in and watch Parks and Rec and Louie, that was… an effort for me. One was a meeting so that doesn’t count, but there was Eggs Florentine.
Mmmm
Onwards!
1. 44 Frocks
I finally managed to attend 44 Frocks this weekend. 44 Frocks is the brainchild of Laura Henson and Hania Elkington, who hold fabulous secret frock parties, with fizz, cake and specially shop an array of dresses from 6 to 16; Laura goes out to hunt amazing designer dresses and you get to try and buy in a gorgeous environment along with accessories. Each party has 44 specially curated frocks (hence the name) as well as expert advice from the ladies. This weekend’s one was at their Broadway Market venue. I didn’t get a dress, alas, as I turned up a tad late, as well as pleading poverty but I had a rather delightful afternoon sitting around, drinking tea and eating cake, and having a girly chitchat. 44 Frocks now has a boutique open in East London. To request invites for future parties you can sign up for the guestlist here








2. The FORBIDDEN DANCE Capsule Collection: GRIND x Bounty

After the frock fun, I went on a cake hunt for Akeela’s party and found out about Amy Winehouse when I was in Tesco (they have flat screen TVs in Liverpool St Tesco), and then proceeded to the Red Bull Studios in London Bridge for the launch of GRIND’s latest collaboration. As well as Bounty DJs spinning tunes and a special guest appearance from Terri Walker, the one off exhibition showcases five t-shirts designed with Kevin Morosky’s photography and GRIND London’s cult t-shirts.
At this point, not only had my camera died, but my phone was on it’s last dregs, and my spare battery was dead too. Twas rather annoying, but I got a photo of the window before my phone passed out.
3. Actually Akeela’s Birthday Do
Since my phone had died, I did some detective work to find out where Akeela actually lived. Rocking up with my cream cake, twas a night of joviality and fun. And since it was an actual private event that is all I shall say.
4. The Truvia Voyage of Discovery with Bompas & Parr on the roof of Selfridges
Dear Max informed me about this a week or so ago, so I signed up for free tickets. Truvia (which is a new, rather interesting sweetener) aligned forces with culinary wizards Bompas & Parr to transform the rooftop of Selfridgesinto a magical island and boating lake. Known for doing everything at the last minute, I had invited my cousin who was visiting who then MADE OTHER PLANS.
After mistakenly going up escalators in the belief that the magic lift to the roof was up there, I was spun around in many directions before finding the private book lined lift heading up to the roof. Melina and Constantine were none the wiser as I told them it was a surprise. (Aren’t they wonderful to just trust me?).
Upon arrival we were greeted by a fellow in a fetching green and white ensemble and a dashing mustache, who told us we were going on an adventure and handed us some crystals for trading (quartz, not crack rocks as I initially said). My compatriots were still none the wiser but followed dutifully… TO THE ROOF!
And today was a beautiful, beautiful day as well. Swapping our crystals for drinks, we lazed on the deck before getting in our boats, where we came across a lady feeding us leaves (not weed) and strawberries dipped in Truvia, who also gave us a second crystal. Rowing over to the lady by the waterfall, she alas, drove a hard bargain and wouldn’t barter with me. Reluctantly, I handed over both crystals for some suspicious looking bottles. And then there was a waterfall and we got wet, even though we were handed umbrellas. BUT AT LEAST I DIDN’T FALL OUT like a couple I saw (how embarrassing). Upon leaving, we were handed a Stevia plant which I then gave to my mother and made her eat a leaf.



Virgin Smash. Lolololol.








So yeah, that’s what I did this weekend. And now I’m lying in bed, catching up on work and blogging. Time flies when you have none.
Eggs Florentine image via: BBC Food





