The family left. It was a very cliché moment as the car drove away I burst into tears. The past two weeks with the fam was filled with so much fun, love and excitement. To cheer me up, Matt made us both get dressed up for a date night. We found a little Lebanese restaurant which we nicknamed Halal.
We had an absolute feast and a bottle of wine and found ourselves by the end of the dinner doing Cleopatra dance moves to the Lebanese music in the restaurant – such fun!
After a chilled Saturday, we planned for a sensational Sunday at London Fashion Weekend - London Fashion Week for the not so famous. I woke up excited much like a child on Christmas morning. The morning was beautiful with glistening sunshine so we got all dressed up for our day out.
When we arrived I was over excited, I just wanted to see everthing. We went to the 1:30pm fashion show which was amazing. They had two designers showcased along with highlights from London Fashion Week, I loved Bora Aksu's line.
The venue, Somerhouse was a beautiful building, it had four levels of rooms filled with designers showcasing their pieces. The staircase that led you to each level was used as a showpiece for a beautiful scarf installation as well as great artworks being showed on the walls of the building. Unfortunately some were last season, in mass production and dull, but there were so many designers with an inspiring Spring collection.
To end the day we spent some time at the Champagne bar where they had a DJ and small containers with olives on offer.
Once we emerged from the walls of Fashion Week we were met by a bleak and rainy evening. We powered home and after a nap needed a quiet dinner. There is something so comforting about putting on my boyfriends long sleeve shirt and tights after wearing a glitter jacket and heels all day. We found an Indian restaurant nearby and ordered dishes we have never tried before and danced to the Indian music in our own way.