London Latte is having an identity crisis. Oh sure, I can think of plenty to write about over the last few weeks, but I am struggling with the tone and position of how to present my ramblings…and as I embark upon my own lifestyle changes, I’m supposed to consider my audience…as if ANYone other than my dear family is reading this anyway…
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CSr (Daaad) needs a new coat. CSr has always had great taste, although I am of course biased, but the last few years his fashionister self has slipped a bit…quite a bit. Sorry darling but it’s true… Read more
LondonLatte is still in New York and I promised C1 and C2 that we could go back to the Lego Store when we were in New York City. So, since I am explaining ‘what it’s like’ to live in NY this week, that seemed a reasonable request. The Lego Store is at Rockefeller Center and what better spot to walk around, look up at skyscrapers, soak in the sights and sounds and even test our knowledge of countries with all of the 200 flagpoles that line the street square. So off we go…but now…it is raining…and I have promised LEGO. Read more
Last year while standing at a bus stop with C1 and C2, one of London’s Double Decker Open Top Routemasters came down the street full of ‘Hot Lifeguards’. I can’t confirm if they were ‘hot’ (I know, shame on me), because I was immediately distracted by both C1 and C2’s wanting to know, ‘why those naked men were throwing pants off the bus.’ I looked up and can confirm that they were not exactly naked, but it was difficult to see with the hailstorm of hipsters, bikinis and thongs thrown from atop the big red bus, along Kensington Church Street… Read more
One of my oldest friends from London, via New York, now lives in Hong Kong. We originally met through our respective employers and coincidentally moved to London a year or so after Fashionista friend had been here for about a year. It was late 1999, early 2000 when a core group of American women, mostly from the New York area, working in finance moved to London for what was supposed to be a 2 year stint, and stayed. Most have left now and Fashionista and I are the only expats turned local still around from that crew. So, when Fancy friend visits from Hong Kong, we have lunch. A very long lunch. At Nobu… Read more
Not a good week for me clearly. I am venturing off of Kensington High Street and over to the megalopolis of shops; Oxford Street… specifically to Selfridges (Selfridges & Co), the only department store that reminds me of New York…not because I did a lot of shopping back home, but because of the simplicity of its urban grid plan. Up and down aisle avenues, across a few blocks and I can safely negotiate my entrance and exit. I need a bra… Read more
Shoppers love to brag about their shopping experiences but I am not a shopper. I don’t mind buying for others on special occasions but shopping as an enjoyable pastime is not my thing. Shopping out of necessity is tolerable but I want to get in and get out with no messing about. Today, I went into a London shop that is really just a door front, albeit on the High Street, but still just a door front, with a catalogue… Read more
On the first weekend that I have ever had to myself in my own home, with my husband and children camping, I sit down to read the newspaper and my kitchen wall is mocking me. How have I not noticed those grease marks, the finger smudges, and at least a billion tiny flecks of blu tak on the wall. I am trying to ignore it but I can’t. I need to paint it.
Really? Now? Why? I know I should treat myself to a massage or go for a long walk, take in a movie or even read a book. What on earth has come over me deciding to paint my own kitchen wall. I do not even know where to buy paint, but this wall is staring back at me now, laughing at me, cajoling me into its dare.
I may not have thought this through but there is a shop across the street that I am sure will have exactly what I am looking for. But I don’t know what that is yet. One concern I do have is that my newfound determination is to paint 1 wall. Not the entire kitchen. Can I find a match? Read more