Out on London Town - Part Two - Harrods

So, you can see how our attempt to entertain our kids ended in epic failure here. Im not going to go there again - 'cos the day just got better from there. What do you in Knightsbridge with two sleeping boys? HARRODS I say!

Harrods is a massive department store in London. It is the ultimate in luxury, rarity, exclusivity etc, etc. Couture gowns fresh off the catwalks, solid gold cutlery, massive Tiffany rocks. They have it all. What I DO really like about them is that they also stock a whole lot of "normal" department store brands. They have the BEST kids toy store, which is relatively priced to other department stores, and you can go on and buy a pair of Nine West pumps once you have fawned over the Louboutins you'll never be able to afford. They sell tea and ketchup and lettuce one floor away from the Marchesa Fall collection - where else in the world would you find that?

I decided you should have a link to their website - so went across to copy it - only to find that they in fact have a 360deg viewing thingy mabob! How fun! SO here is the link when you are feeling bored, and have nothing better to do but look at the Room of Luxury (ie handbags that would cost you more than your mortgage). See is HERE.

Today Im just going to show you around the food halls. There are many, I only have a few pictures of some. You all seem to be so excited about Valentines day, so I took some of their display -  just for YOU. They aren't perfectly coloured because I couldn't dare disturb their regulars while they shopped, by blasting them with FLASH, now could I?

This lace chocolate heart would set you back a mere £30 / $48.50. You can only buy them at Harrods. The remarkable thing is that someone is going to spend $50 on that ONE chocolate!

Now, I cant say that I object to someone spending that much money on chocolate. We are talking about Belgian tempered perfection. If someone decided that they absolutely HAD to spend that £30 / $50 on chocolate for me, this is where I'd have them do it. You know, lots of little ones. Or three little ones. EIther way, rather here than there!







































What's in those fridges...

The Fromagerie with the most beautiful ceiling!

My precious bambino's - sleeping while we shopped for cheese!

Andy Man (bottom left) in the seafood hall.

A pretty room FULL of nothing but Perfume!

Leaving Harrods (illuminated by 11500 light bulbs) in a black cab, picture complete with a Red telephone box.

Our Home - Our bedroom

There's no point having buttons if they don't link to something. After I finished making my bed this morning, I realised that I had one boy asleep and one at nursery. My camera was lying on my dresser. There was no laundry balance on the bed waiting to be packed away, no tiny humans under my quilt. The stars aligned and I knew that If I didn't seize the moment, it may not come again soon. 

So here it is. Its quite tough getting decent shots with the light flooding in the window. 

We live in a recently built town house. It possesses no charm. We rent, so we cant put any hooks into walls, hang shelves, paint and be merry. So we make do.

My towel rail is victorian, and very roughly finished. Be glad you're seeing it only at a distance. The "dream" and "love" words are made from Zulu teething beads all the way from South Africa

I bought the Degas ballerina from a junk shop in South Africa years ago - Its really old, stained and a little moth eaten - we always joke that it might be real (its' certainly old enough)! I bought it as it is for R20, £2 or  3US dollars, for my little girl's room one day. Two boys in, I've decided I might just keep it in my room for now.

I adore this linen - it was an anniversary gift from my darling husband, two years ago. He carried it home  to London the whole way from South Africa where the kids and I stayed behind on holiday. He took it from the plane, on the train to work. He had it at his desk all day. He lugged it home. I feel loved every time I look at it. 

Its not my dream room, not even close. But this is home. 

You're welcome, anytime!