So I’m going to London. I’m not going to visit the Queen because she was just here. And I think she is an outmoded figurehead anyway (though—embarrassing admission—I did get up at 4am with the rest of my family to see Diana marry Charles and my gran sent me all of the English papers which I poured over. I was kind of underwhelmed by her dress and I thought her hair looked squashed, but I loved her shoes. I had a very critical fashion eye even as a pre-teen. And I liked seed pearls and heart shapes.).
But I digress. While I am going for work, I’m also going to squeeze in some fun (aka shopping). Where I live now is laughably free from good shopping options (Literally laughable, as in I had a huge guffaw over the advertising campaigns for summer tourism that touted the “great shopping” here. Yeah, great shopping if you’ve never heard of The Gap, though we did just get H&M. Teenagers wept with joy when it opened.).
Here are some places I am definitely going to hit up in Ole Blighty:
Marks & Spencer: for sundries, as noted below. We don’t need to go over that again.
Topshop: the one on Oxford St. because I love the bottom floor especially for the local designer duds.
Liberty’s: mostly just to punish myself, though the sales will be on but picked over. I love everything about the aesthetics of the shop, especially the staircases, though I really cannot afford to shop there. They still let me in though.
Selfridges: not as lovely as Liberty and I can’t afford Selfridges proper but they have that section with an omnibus of all the high street shops. Efficiency is key.
Bloch: for ballet flats.
Comptoir des Cottoniers: on the King’s Road, although French sizing is even more devastating than UK sizing.
Fortnum & Mason: for the smoky Earl Grey.
Spitalfield’s Market: Friday for fashion, I think, but Sunday is fun and insane.
Lamb’s Conduit: lovely street near where I used to live with pretty, independent boutiques and a bespoke tailor. I love the look of bolts of suiting fabric.
I hope I have time to fit in some research.