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My Man came to visit and we went for dinner with the flatmates (Fran and Senorita), Mavra and Lena at a Turkish restaurant in London's Metropol- Hackney baby. (Naaaawt! Lol. But a gal's gotta be positive!)

Mavra showed a bit of skin and turned up the hotness level...

We forgot that Fran never wants to be in pictures. My Man, completely unaware of this fact, went to attack with the camera. Luckily, she managed to find a way out of it. Very suttle. Very classy. I love.

On Saturday we met the girls for some coffee. Dagny's friend Alex was visiting from Stockholm and was quicly adopted into the Scandi- club (and Deborah) environment. (Note Dagny's very very nice blouse. Mm. Hot.)

Sissel and Bettina wanted to spice it up...

The geeks. Ojojoj. We look like retired people that try to be hip and young.

Deborah and Sissel led the way to Liberty where we all set on the project of trying to convince Sissel to buy a really nice pair of ACNE boots. (The hot kind with an open toe.) Unfortunately we all got distracted by all the shoes and started trying on own things while Sissel was left with the shoe- anxiety. (Something I personally cannot understand as a concept since I tend to just buy things after two minutes. Some people call that irresponsible. I call it professional/ intution shopping.)

She decided to get them eventually, and I have to say- they look a lot better in real life, I don't feel like the picture really does them justice. But here they are anyway! After having spent so much time convincing Sissel to get them, Dagny realized she wanted them too (basically she fell for her own sales speech). Unfortunately there was just one pair left which Sissel left with, and Dags life has to continue without the fabulous boots. Ajaj. Deborah on the other hand found very cute Olivia Palermo- style ballerina shoes, I forgot to take a picture them but will show you later.

My Man was totally psyched about life at this stage. I tried to cheer him up by trying on a pair of hooker boots of which I'm generally a big fan (the boots with really high heels that go over your knee). Unfortunately the plan backfired and he looked more horrified than impressed. Oh well, at least I tried. (You can see the hooker- shoe in the picture below. An my psyched Man.)


The spontaneous coffee that turned into a spontaneous shopping trip then turned into a spontaneous dinner at an Italian restaurant near Regent Street. As the fatty I am, I got distracted by the food so there are no pictures- but think pasta with prawn and lobster for appetiser, salmon in white wine sauce for main course and some caramel thing for dessert, and you'll probably understand why I forgot to concentrate.

The evening was finished off with some drinks with My Man, Alex and Dagny in Soho. Think apple/ elderflower Martini. Mm. The best spontaneous Saturday in a very very long time.