After a rather grueling flight with two petite girls, we arrived in London. Went to bed and woke up a mere four hours later to the sound of Jan’s cell phone, we threw our clothes on, ran down the steps and out the front door to meet the black cab that was waiting for us. Waiting to whisk us away to the train that would take us to
PARIS
But friends, it was not to be. The Eurostar should be called the Euro NOT Star because it had stopped running. Electrical failure. When we realized there was no hope of a pain au chocolat (or three!) Jan and I looked at each other, shrugged our shoulders and said, “CRUMBS!”
For the last three days I’d been singing La Vie en Rose, in anticipation of our Parisian get-away, and as our cab turned around and drove us back the the flat I thought, “Now more than ever I need to put on those rose colored glasses and see this sad situation in pink.” Or as Millie might put it, “FIND THE PINK and then ENJOY THE PINK!”
We were in LONDON, after all. So we decided to make the best of the situation and go straight to
THE BODEN STORE!
And my friends, it did not disappoint!
Just walk right through these doors…
“If you want to view paradise, simply look around and view it!”
Oh, how I wish that Mom, Brynn, Betta, Summer, Tess, Nikki, Amanda, Allison, Emily, Heather, and Margie could have been there with me. It was so cool. Like the catalogue, only right there – all of it – at your finger tips. And you could take it right into a dressing room and see if it worked or not.
Does this look like the face of a disappointed female?
As we headed back to central London Jan caught me peering into my Boden bag with a little grin on my face.
Jan told me that as he is in London on a regular basis that I could choose our itinerary. SO, we went to a few of my favorite places:
The White Company, The Little White Company, Monsoon, Hobbs, and L.K. Bennett, Rachel Riley, Cologne and Cotton. I still haven’t been to Jigsaw, but fear not, I’ll get there eventually.
And came home to these little rascals…
…who’d spent the day exploring London with their Granny and Papa
P.S. The sentiments expressed by the armchair are his and his alone.
December 20th, 2009 at 7:34 pm
So magical, and I totally agree with the chair. What a jolly ol’ chap. 🙂
December 20th, 2009 at 9:34 pm
At last!
I’ve been waiting with baited breath (baited by not one, but two trips to In and Out Burger) for news from the Sceptered Isle, and at last its here. Gracias mucho, merci beaucoups, etc.
It looks like jet lag didn’t factor in to your shopping trip at all! Good show!
What a lovely husband you have. And how nice to turn over the care of the young ones to their fine grandparents. Live large. Happy Hannukah! We’ll take any news you have time to send. Lots of love from the ‘Rovo.
December 21st, 2009 at 7:52 am
I would choose Boden over Paris any day!
December 22nd, 2009 at 11:10 am
This was the word (or maybe it was more of a sound – yes, it was sound – a great sound of longing and love) that was going through my head from the moment I saw those pearly Boden gates to the shot of you and your loot: “Oooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”
Basically, just put “Oh!” on a loop, and you’ve got my reaction to those pictures. I’m glad you listened to the nice British pillow man. He was right.
December 26th, 2009 at 11:44 pm
Oh daaaaaaahling. I’m so glad that Boden healed your Parisien wounds. Was Johnnie there? Did he answer your questions with witty remarks? Such a lovely husband you have who knows that shopping is a balm to cure all ills.