Outside The Box: Sushi Shopping

Sunday sounds like:

Perseus - Shadow of the Beast

Cornubia Eau de Toilette @Penhaligon's / Green dress @River Island

Good Morning!

So, the other night I went to Japan Centre for a sushi refill (before closing they sell everything half price! If you live in London, you just learnt a thing J) and ended up buying few more things (can we just blame this on ‘it’s a girl thing’ this time, puhlease?).

After successfully shopping at Japan Centre I decided to walk home. Now, we live in Lancaster Gate and if you walk from Piccadilly Circus to where we live the easiest way to do it is to walk along Oxford Street. Just when I saw Oxford Circus’ River Island, a picture of this green dress popped in my head. I mean hey! they were selling it half price (only knew that because that’s what I do when I can’t sleep – browse high street fashion shops online but never buy. I’m shallow minded like that…)! Needles to say, 10 minutes later I was holding this huuuge, and way too big for my dress, RI’S bag. So, I decided to take a bus home in order to stop myself from buying more things. Pay day... And there an early night had another surprise for me. Public transport on a Friday night in London is a joke. You know it, I know it, we all know it. Waiting for my bus and feeling my nose slowly starting to freeze, I spotted House of Fraser. Awww those little lights! And bright discount ads… I was out of perfume for two weeks. So, yes, I went in and was happily persuaded into buying my first bottle of Penhaligon’s.

Happy wife - happy life!
Well... Except the wife part...

Have a nice Sunday, darlings. Blog to you soon.

P.S. Spitafields Market today anyone? Again, discounts before closing! Stay smart, Londoners xx

Bedtime Story - That Princess at UCA

                   

(Nylon girl shoot by Abby and Ellen)

So today, whilst talking, grabbing my morning coffee and working with friends, I received two sentences that completely made my Monday and now, I can proudly say, I'm in my PJ's all smiley and shiny ready to finish reading Singletini.

'So, tell me, what is our princess expecting to do?'

'You know, I like our course, but I love it because of you.'

Have to live 19 years to be called princess and the one who brightens life at UCA.

Might as well have a Singletini to celebrate.

Have one warm, cozy and productive eve, beauties.

xo, Karolion.

Bedtime story - The Queen is E

My Friday’s face by Ugne Jaks

Saturday ~9a.m.
E was smiling. I felt happiest as I've ever been for her.

Saturday  ~3a.m.
Just before the club shut and all the party animals were reminiscing whether they should call it a night or was it still young, I've met a guy. His handsomeness and our group's wish to explore the mystery of the night lead us going to the after party with the guy and his friends.
While standing in the kitchen and still having a dilemma with myself whether I should drink or not, I noticed that E was missing. Without even blinking or thinking I told U 'Quick! We've lost E, we have to make sure she's okay.'
Then me and U guided ourselves around a huge, nicely decorated flat. We've found E in one of the bedrooms sitting with the same guy who asked us to join the party. I looked at E and exchanged eye contact, in that moment I realized she was happy, young and free, right there, right then.
So we left them on their own accord.
The night for myself was full of popcorn, broken glass and discussions about Pret A Manger's coffee's quality. At about 7a.m. me and E kissed the cheeks of our other girlfriend's and went home. But as soon as we reached my house and the sun was rising we decided to finish this night/morning with bagels, coffee and orange juice.

Saturday ~9a.m.
E was smiling. I felt happiest as I've ever been for her.
She was the queen of that night.
The Queen is E.

Nighty night, sparks.
Karolion.

Twinkle Christmas

Merry cozy Christmas, my dearest followers.

Drink mulled wine, wear warmest sweaters, cuddle your closest ones, listen to beautiful music and do not care about anything at all today.

Kisses,

Karolion.