THREE FLOOR

Time for another designer shout-out: THREE FLOOR.

Heard of them before? I hadn't until the other day. I tried to think of three words to best describe their clothes but it was hard to choose. So I'd like to describe the brand as; edgy, sporty, lacey, colourful, structured, young, skin-showing and with lots of well-made details.

My favourites must be their tops as I love love love slightly box-shaped, cropped, structured shirts and blouses. With a pair of high waisted black jeans or a voluminous skater skirt. The prices aren't too bad either and let's be honest, it's a lot more pleasurable taking good care of and appreciate a real quality piece that you've spent a bit more money on, than a rag from H&M that's unwearable after two washes. All these pieces look super well-made and the pictures are pretty enough to hang on the wall as well.

 

"THREE FLOOR was founded in 2011 and has become renowned for offering sharp, uber stylish and well-constructed pieces with a sporty edge. Our clothing is both simple and complex, with structured silhouettes that are resplendent in the detailing that has become our signature along with ultra-modern, lux fabrics in statement colour palettes and clean fluid lines.

THREE FLOOR brings a refreshing level of style, construction and design to create accessible clothing which is worn by some of the world’s most stylish influencers, bloggers and celebrities including Kendall Jenner, Amanda Seyfried and Nicole Scherzinger amongst others; as well as Kristina Bazan (kayture.com), Ella Gregory (cocosteaparty.com) and Rosie Fortescue (atfashionforte.com) to name a few.

In an incredibly short period, THREE FLOOR has grown into an international brand with a presence in over 100 influential stores and boutiques world-wide and is fast becoming the ‘go to’ for statement pieces which make an impact and which ensure the wearer can’t fail to be noticed."

There's always pizza.

Last weekend my beautiful used-to-be-stepsister-but-I-just-call-her-my-sister Märta was in London for a Valentines weekend with her boyfriend Gabbe. Me and Märta's parents were together for 10-ish years so we grew up together. The love between our parents are over but the love between us remains :')

This is what I wore when we went out for dinner in Notting Hill one evening. They came straight from a Chelsea game so I kind of assumed I'd be overdressed but Märta had a dress with her in her bag - trooper!

Anyhow the three of us went to a great Italian restaurant called The Oak (tip!). Lloyd couldn't join us as he had a trial that night in a super fancy cocktail bar, but said he might join in later for drinks. First of all I can really recommend the Antipasti board at this place. You get all the usual cured meats and trimmings like prosciutto, bresaola, salami, caper berries and feferoni, but under this pile of meat is also a cinnamon poached pear. Amazing! And I know my antipasti boards.

We had a lovely dinner, drinks, chats and laughs and then Lloyd calls - he's done and wants to join. He's starving. So I see how long the kitchen is open for (8 minutes) and tell Lloyd to grab in an Uber and I'll order a pizza for him for when he gets here. I have a look at the menu again; HERR ÅBER! One Diavola please, my boyfriend is joining us.

Now. Let's take a moment and look at the picture above. So I've googled the right thing AND the website on the bottom part is the correct one. The address in between is wrong. I'm sending Lloyd across town to the wrong restaurant. After a trial at a really fancy place where he was wearing a waistcoat. A waistcoat! Poor fella.

The moment I realised (when he called me, walking around in the cold trying to find this bloody restaurant) I just stared at my phone and interrupted Märta and Gabbe with an OH-OH......

Lloyd got annoyed - I felt horrible. Luckily there's only one thing that could have saved that situation once I got home. A Diavola in a take away box.

So remember - there's always pizza.

Lloyd got one year older.

Birthday boy haha <3

Busy weeks are resulting in no blogging what so ever. Last week I fell asleep at 21:00 in the evening. WOW.

Anyhow, the other week we were out to celebrate Lloyd’s birthday! As always when having too much of a good time - there are not many pictures left as evidence in my photo library, at least not any non-blurry ones. Probably for the better?

We decided to discover a new postcode for once and reserved a table at El Patron in Putney. Well guessed - a Mexican place! A laid back restaurant with good, classic Mexican food and a lively atmosphere. The lower ground turns into a small nightclub where there was both a DJ playing old-school classics (think Destiny’s child, Will Smith and Missy Elliot - not the Backstreet Boys-disco kinda thing) but also a huarache band popping up from time to time wearing massive sombreros. Haha!

After (literally) emptying the bar of Pacifico’s and Cafe Patron we danced all night until the lights turned on and things got awkward.

A great night indeed :)

Battle of the noses :')

Blue Steele

The taxi driver is taking the picture. Nuf said.

When the boyfriend's away..

Once in a while, my boyfriend spends the evening watching football at the pub. That means, for those nights and those nights only, I get to eat what I want. Not considering anyone else's needs or wants when strolling through the supermarket - just being selfish.

Don't get me wrong, Lloyd is an amazing cook! Much better than I am, but there are some things that he just never fancies. Like anything that's healthy for starters. Haha. Or one of the loves in my life - charcuteries. Cured meat in every shape, taste & form, the smelliest cheese you can find and a nice bottle of red. This is seriously what I eat for dinner every time I'm on my own. Like a little treat. And I'm a very firm believer of self-treating. You feel like going to a Michelin star restaurant on a Monday? Do it! You wanna spend £2000 on a handbag? Do it! Life really is too short. So this is me tonight guys:

Gruyere, Manchego, Iberico, Chorizo, Felino Salami, etc etc etc. And a dark, heavy, full-bodied glass of red.

Long Bobbie

Had a few glasses of vino on Friday night with my boo Gabbie. Decided to cut half my hair off the next day. Woke up at 9, texted my hairdresser Dave - Got space..? Yes love, see you at 1.30.

And just like that - poff almost 20 cm gone! A long bob if you may. Feels great.

Snapped a picture to remember how long it actually was.

Second thoughts.

This is not a drill.

It's done. No turning back.

Tadaa.

Single Expenses

I've been thinking. I've been thinking. Is it more expensive being single than in a couple?

Yes! You're more dependent on the life outside your flat, as that's where you interact with other people. Fair enough you can lie home and watch Netflix (and chill with yourself) but how exciting is it when you've already seen all seasons of Project Runway, Project Runway All-Stars, Project Runway Junior, Project Runway Sweden...? Trust me - not very. When I was single and started streaming Masterchef Junior I knew I'd taken it too far.

Think about it; a single girl probably arranges a couple of dates a week via some dating app to pass time (and of course to hopefully find THHHHHEEEEE OOOONNNEEEE). Never any shared taxi rides after a night out or to the airport. Never just paying half the rent or half the ridiculous council tax bill. And what about cooking? To make use of all the food you buy when you buy fresh ingredients you must be bloody efficient with your cooking.

Let's take this as an example; you're single and you want tacos. Like every normal human being wants once a week. You buy lettuce, tomatoes, a cucumber, peppers, a Santa Maria taco kit, minced beef, avocados to make some guac, soured cream and a can of sweet corn. You chop up half of everything and have a lovely meal. You never cook just enough either, always too much.

"Eat the leftovers the next day" you say? 

"Use the veggies for something else that week" you say?

That would be great if not the life of a single girl looks like this;

Monday; new week new beginnings. Monday funday!! I'm gonna go to the supermarket and buy loads of healthy food after work as I started my diet today. I'll buy loads so it lasts the whole week. I'm gonna be good and bring healthy food to work all week. Mmm tacos isn't that unhealthy is it? I'm having tacos tonight, I've been dieting for 8 hours I deserve it. Tuesday; woop I've got a date tonight! Meeting him straight after work for a drink. Having a great time, getting way too drunk and having a Big Mac menu on my way home. Wednesday; Oh my god this is gonna be a long day... The only think that can make this day of pretending not to be hungover in front of my boss is food. (I hit the supermarket to buy Haribo's, diet coke and a greasy ready meal). Thursday; Oh man why did I drink AGAIN last night. Oh that's right - because there's nothing better or more tempting after a day hungover at work than HAVING A DRINK AFTER WORK. Friday; Friyay bitchezz! Meeting the girls for drinks and dinner - wooops it's 6 in the morning and I'm having a Big Mac again. Saturday; ooh Sunday tomorrow, this weekend is going by way too fast. Gotta make the best of this day - I'm treating myself to a breakfast at that cosy cafe down the road. Something healthy though *sucks in belly when checking myself out*. Oh and I have another dinner date tonight! I'm not gonna order a salad though, don't want to be that girl. All girls try not to be that girl. But most of them are actually that girl. Sunday; Why the fuck is my fridge full of mouldy vegetables?

Anyone else craving tacos?

Whistles SALE

Yesterday I received the beautiful news that next week is pay day!! My fingers were itching after holding back on the spending for a few weeks but today I treated myself to a visit to Whistles. Which is always dangerous. Love that store but damn it's pricy. Do you have Whistles in Sweden?

I found this navy pinstripe pencil skirt for an astonishing, breathtaking price of £16.50! Down from £85! Money well spent. I'm very into work wear at the moment by the way, not the biggest of surprises maybe :) GOD how I don't miss waitressing.