Unleashing the Dragon

This morning, I awoke with clarity.  On my 13th day in London, I decided, Bruno, it's time.  Time to unleash the Dragon.

I suspect that is what my husband loves most about me.  You know, the Dragon.  He just prefers that the Dragon does not breathe fire his way.  He does get a kick when watching the Dragon in action though.  I think he feels as long as he's married to a Dragon, he's safe.

I went back to Shabby Chic on Kensington Park Road and had a list.  Remember Caitlin from last week?  She sprung into action right beside me (awesome job, Caitlin).  She then asked if I would mind paying for the goods first, while she called around and sorted out delivery, and delivery costs.

Ah.  That filthy word- delivery.

Upon hearing that word?  The Dragon roared to life!

The Dragon said- Would it be possible, Caitlin, to instead call a cab?  I think the table could fit into one of those larger cabs, and tell the driver that I have a little dog with me, and tell him I would need help carrying the table up to a first floor flat.

And just like that?  The unnecessary issue of delivery was solved!  Even better- the taxi came in 6 minutes!  So within that 6 minutes?  I paid for everything and directed the packing (just put everything you can into the basket, thank you), as well as began moving my packages closer to the entrance of the shop.  And I suspect because I actively assisted, Caitlin and Colleague not only packed, they even carried the table into the cab for me.

Then I gave them both a hug.  (I know- so American and so not proper! )  I was so relieved, and happy!  I felt back in my element!  Damn, I've missed you, Dragon!

And Bruno gets his first cab ride since moving to London.

Shabby Chic in Notting Hill

At possibly the other end of the spectrum from my mid-century obsession, lies shabby chic.  I don't like everything about "shabby chic"- but I do like things that are forgotten/neglected, things that hold texture and the passing of time.

That mirror will look amazing above the fireplace.  But its price is giving me pause.  :(

Woah.  Like I really need this table in the kitchen.  Like I think it would look great as a floating piece and double up as an island of sorts as well!!!  

Caitlin helps me measure the table and pens down information for me.  There is a little voice in my head saying, there just may not be space in the kitchen that in reality is not even a separate room, but a facility mounted against the wall.  

I asked Caitlin to give me some time alone to look.  I know I am going to find something in the most unexpected of places.  I can feel it.

TA DA!  

Buried under a pile of linen and cushions, its lower shelf stacked with baskets, pushed against the railing of the stairs.  A much slimmer table of sorts that could also multi-task as a shelving unit, dressing table, kitchen table, side table, TV console.  Its a little rickety, the paint is flaking off- sweet!

Rachel Ashwell Shabby Chic Couture, 202 Kensington Park Road