The weather in London was simply glorious on Saturday! Hot, balmy with a warm breeze to cool you whilst you took in the sunshine. So Mr V. and I went for an impromptu picnic in our local park. So impromptu in fact, that all we managed to rustle up for our non-existent picnic hamper was two bananas, a bottle of mineral water and two Magnum ice cream bars. Ah the simple joys of being...lazy and disorganised.
Mr V. did however, gallantly produce a picnic blanket from his backpack to lay out in the long grass so we could soak up some rays in comfort. It was an old colourful tartan blanket that he used to have on his bed in the student digs he was living in when I first met him. It was a present to him from his mother, who happens to be the owner of a rather lovely, upmarket clothing boutique. This blanket has been kicking around our flat for years on sofas and on the bed. Recently it got relegated to the car boot as an emergency source of warmth in winter should we break down on a journey in sub zero temperatures.
Mr V: Here's the picnic blanket!
V: Where's this been? I haven't seen it for a while.
Mr V: Oh in the boot of the car.
V (suddenly spying label): Honey do you realise this is not actually a blanket?
Mr. V: What do you mean? Of course this is blanket.
V (tugging at fringing in sudden realisation): No it's not! It's a scarf! Or a shawl.
Mr. V: Don't be silly, it's never a shawl.
V: It's not just any shawl - it's a Max Mara Weekend shawl! Probably from your Mum's shop.
Mr V (disbelieving): Nooo... it can't be.
V (showing Mr V. label): Yes it is! Made in Italy out of the finest merino lambswool apparently!
Mr. V (sheepishly): Oh - no wonder it's so nice and warm to sit on...
Time for a trip to the dry cleaners...
Floral quilted jacket: Kate Moss for Topshop; Pocket tee shirt: Cos; Pendant: Vintage; Denim shorts; Zara; Picnic Blanket: MaxMara Weekend