M-I-A, not the musician

I've gone MIA the last few weeks and my excuses are limited, suffice to say I won't bore you. Instead let me entertain your senses, let your eyes dance over these photos that I love so.

They are currently archived under one of the million and one folders I have dedicated to this blog. Most of which rarely see the light of day, but are forever treasured on my hard drive.

sunday pretties

Sometimes you should knock back Sunday afternoon drinks with friends to spend time with your sister, to spend time eating pancakes, to spend time laughing at each other, to spend time walking the streets with the sun beating down on your back, to spend time wandering aimlessly around Chapel Street Bazaar searching for all things silver and floaty floral summer dresses, to spend time napping in the afternoon, to spend time watching repeats of Seinfeld, to spend time looking at pretty pretty photos.

So whilst my friends kicked back at Windsor Castle, numerous ice cold Corona's in hand, I did the family thing and despite the pancakes (with lashing of whipped butter and maple syrup aside), my waistline feels all the better for it :)

if tear drops were silver, oh how i'd shine

Gold has a social standing like no other and is often associated with the rich, the wealthy and the royal. For years people have panned for gold, finance gurus have eagerly watched the monetary value of gold rise and fall on a daily basis and many a rap star have implanted a gold tooth as a way of expressing that they had finally made it in the concrete jungle where dreams are made of.

But for me personally, I dig on silver. A silver spiked ring, a silver studded belt, a silver studded cuff, a silver skull, a silver pendant, a silver hematite cuff, a silver aubaine nail bracelet, the list could go on forever...

Needless to say every cloud has a silver lining and for me I see a silver future courtesy of the folk at Urban Outfitters.