One thing I forgot to mention about my trip to the Victoria and Albert Museum on Friday was getting to see the Chihuly chandelier again which hangs in the entrance. Dale Chihuly is from my neck of the woods and its rather ironic that a bit of my hometown is hanging from a ceiling in London. Its gorgeous, big and blends in perfectly:
Grace Kelly exhibition were chatting away under their umbrellas with a nice cuppa and tea cake on the side. To have immunity to the elements like that...well I wouldn't want to cross those grannies in a damp, dark alleyway anytime soon.
The rest of the weekend has been pretty darn quiet. I've been a bit of a homebody...catching up on jobs, watching girly movies as James is gone. I did manage to do a walk through the park before the horrid weather set in. I always love an excuse to be outside and tote the ole camera along.