have looked like this:
View of the Thames and Parliament at sunset, from the top of the London Eye.
Fancy-ass Laduree macaroons from the little shop in Harrod’s (one of my best friends came to visit for a few days, so I got to use her as an excuse to do all of the shamelessly touristy things here.)
Caramelized onion and goat cheese tarts, from when the Boyf decided to get fancy and make a whole bunch of complicated courses for a dinner party last week.
Little mini cheesecakes with raspberry coulis. Also made for aforementioned fancy-ass dinner party. Also consumed extremely liberally the night beforehand. Don’t judge me.
My sweetass pocketwatch necklace that I’ve been coveting for ages. Sent to me all the way from some Etsy shop in Hong Kong. I give this chain three more days before it turns my skin green. I’m allowed to hate on China as long as I’m paying £16,000 to study China, right? Right.
Last but not least, another shot of the awesome, awesome shoes I bought as a birthday gift to myself in October. They still make me smile a shit ton whenever I look down at them. So there.
So there you have it. The next few weeks are going to be brutal, since I’ve got a few job interviews lined up. Fingers crossed that all hope is not lost after all?
