But I did. Got up, had breakfast, and my husband and I worked out together in the gym. Or as we like to call it, the gym of no return. We could not find it forever and a day. Then after our workout, we could not get out. They finally put us on the freight elevator to take us to the lobby, gave us enough food to survive on, and sent us towards are room. Needless to say, the trek to and from the gym was a bigger workout than the real deal.
Then we met friends for lunch and it was delightful. These are friends that we only met four years ago in NYC at a lovely little hotel while we were setting the boy up in his residence. They have become dear friends and we are inspired by each visit we share with them. Isn’t that great?
Then it was off to the Apple store to get help with my ipad app: Sketchbook Pro. Waited an hour for my appointment only to be told that it is an app that has nothing to do with Apple. But the genius who helped (meant to be literal, not sarcastic) knew the app and steered me towards a youtube help video which I am about to consume.
After leaving our London friend and my husband, I may have inadvertently wandered into some stores where purchases were forced upon me. I bought the best coat that I have had ... since the last best coat I bought. And shoes that can only be described as liquid metal slide slippers. If only I played the guitar one would think I was born wearing them. One funky wool vest and a white smocked shirt later (my weakness)––OH HELL what isn’t?––I was done. But in a funny little way, my fave purchase of the day was my tiny iphone 4 cover by Cath Kidston who is so girly, so flowery girly, so “I enjoy being a girly” that that she makes me want to burn anything brown or taupe. I love her. Love. Her. And her stuff.
Enclosed is the iphone cover. Are you kidding me? Do you soooooooo get it? Girly London Bliss!
Oh and by the by, feeling better. Not perfect. But better. What more can a girly girl ask for?