Erm… Excuse my poor excuse at attempting to be cool. Or somewhat witty. Profuse apologies! Merry Christmas everyone! Almost 2011 already. This truly scares me that soon, I shall be a baby toting woman with a nine - to - five job. *insert Macaulay Culkin’s face in Home Alone where he slaps himself with aftershave*

Well, to the matter at hand. From the title, it is obvious that this post is very late at reaching the blog, seeing as the event aforementioned took place a GOOD two weeks before I am reporting back with the exciting details! So further apologies are extended! Technological problems with my laptop and myself (considering I am the world’s worst technological - handler person), prevented me from being able to indulge in a non-stop gush fest of how totally smarmazing the show was! (I occasionally add the ‘sm’ prefix to words when I am uber excited; A la Audrey & Fred: “Swonderful… Smarvell…” Okay. You get the picture right?) Good company, good vintage, good setting, just good all round. I wanted to stay there forever, it was that good.

The evening almost started horrendously; with me suddenly getting what felt like an alien invasion of my immune system. Okay, i’m just being overtly dramatic, it was simply the beginning of what turned into a very ugly flu. The sacrifices one makes all in the name of fashion eh? Well, I got dressed, dragged my housemate along, and off we went! It was a definite plus that we got on the bus to Baker Street for free! The bus driver must have had a dose of Christmas Spirit tea… or something of the sort!

*All the pictures were taken using my BlackBerry, which attests to the shoddy quality. Sorry again! I am yet to purchase a swanky camera like those cool bloggers. So the Berry will have to do for now*

Anyhow, as it is obviously certain that I am not entirely all ‘there’ in the head, as is my companion aka said housemate, what better thing to do than to traipse around Burger King in Marylebone Station pretending to be Americans whilst ordering our meal and complaining about the size of their burgers? 

Yes. We are very normal, NORMAL university students I tell you. Such is the way of life these days!

So we get there, and Maria, who I dragged along, seeing as she is up for ‘adventures’ as she put it, is dumbfounded at how smantas… fantastic it all is! She’s all… “Oh my gosh Seyi, you are so cool, I totally love you”… Okay. Maybe she wasn’t. She just really got educated about vintage and loved what she saw, and then told me that I’d gone down a notch on her crazy scale for liking such cool things. Yaaay to the vintage convert!

How darling is this little bag? I wanted to be able to afford it! Or, to run away with it… But, hello? Student? The owners of the stall were so nice, and approachable, letting us take pictures of their unique couture and teaching us a thing or two about vintage pieces!