
Solo Date on Bond Street
There's something I really love about taking myself on a date. This weekend's version involved getting dressed up, heading into town and giving myself absolutely no reason to rush. A little shopping, coffee somewhere lovely, plenty of wandering, new clothes and new books (yay!)… and inevitably, coming home with something I hadn't planned on buying. I'm a firm believer that you don't have to wait for a special occasion (or someone else) to make a day feel special. Sometimes the nicest plans are the ones you make entirely for yourself. My weekends have become my little reset: somewhere new to explore, something delicious, a massage for tired muscles or a bit of retail therapy. This time, shopping won. And I have absolutely no regrets. x




















