Hustle's not on tonight..they've moved it...of all the selfish acts for God's sake...

Lovely weekend, did Portobello, The Stables, Kensington and Bond Street yesterday and the rest of the weekend has been all drinks and coffee with various people.

The Hoerengracht


Saw my sister this morning and looking forward to a night in tonight watching The September Issue. I keep having really off the wall dreams as well, would rather someone just knocked me out so I could actually get some sleep.



View from outside the NPG, PG and St Martin in the Fields



This shop in Portobello had the most exquisite jewellery I've ever seen in my life. All very over-indulgent but the earrings in particular were incredible and they had shelve upon shelve of beautiful Egyptian-style Dior and YSL. The shop was absolutely crammed full of people and very few things are priced but I believe the less expensive and unbranded items started at around £40. I think places like this would make a lot of money loaning jewellery for special occassions rather than trying to sell specialist pieces. Either way it really was incredible and the photos don't do the shop justice - inside it's more like Aladdin's cave.

Viewing flats in Kingston tomorrow but I can't sign anything until I've started work so I think I've probably been a little premature and won't be able to take either of them up.

Feel like I should post something fashion or news related because I've let that lapse an epic amount recently, but to be honest I haven't really taken much of an interest in it all lately and am currently taking a much more practical "if you adore it, wear it" approach to things. In fact I probably deserve a medal or bouquet-shaped award because I've actually talked myself out of quite a few pointless purchases recently, on the basis that no, no Sarah no one can possibly make use of a third waxed jacket and no, no you will never wear brown shoes with black tights so step away from the brogues. Bow tie? Are you The Nutty Professor? Then don't buy one. Holland suspender tights? Well ok actually...

Speaking of, I have a point to make on something that has irritated me for over a year now. Flat caps and barbour jackets - If it's cold, you're at a festival, or there is a slight chance you may indulge in an activity which will leave you a bit mucky or "chills", then by all means don away to your hearts content. But if I see you in Harrod's food court or wearing your little cap at a jaunty angle on Kensington high street, do not expect anyone to believe you just jumped out of your Land Rover and must get back in a rush to tenderly bottle-feed those new lambs on the estate. Those deck shoes suggest you did not.

On a similar note (with a hypocritical flavour) vodka-related comments when I wear my russian hat this summer will not be met with appreciation.