A few weekends ago "The Big Lunch" came to a street near ours. Friends of ours living around the corner took it upon themselves to contact everyone living on their street to organise participation in this annual event in the UK, which is really a get-to-know-the-neighbours street party. For a whole day the street was closed off to traffic and people got together to each bring a dish, lend marquees, barbeques, tables, chairs, plates and cutlery for a giant feast.
The organisers prepared decorative bunting to be strung from lamp posts and trees. There was a bouncy castle for kids, a DJ complete with his own tent, decks and a BIG sound system. There was even a carnival stilt walker living on the street who donned her glitzy gear to thrill the sizeable crowd and ever since I've been craving a pair of gold lame flares and gossamer tangerine wings. I predict the seeds have been sewn for an alternative to the Notting Hill Carnival!
Mr V. and I spent the morning cooking our contributions to the feast - some Asian style chicken dishes which I'm proud to say, went down a treat. Sadly the skies opened at about four in the afternoon and washed the party out. The weather completely caught me out in my tribute to seventies chic with my flouncy blouse, floor sweeping flared jeans, leather biker and canvas espadrilles. The problem with floor sweeping flares is their efficiency in wicking up puddles! I eventually had to go home and change into more waterproof boots and a raincoat. Thankfully home was a two minute walk away! After taking as much of standing under umbrellas in the pouring rain trying to make small talk as we could, the day finally ended with us taking refuge in our friends house, warming up with steaming hot mugs of tea and coffee to wash down the remainder of the party cakes.
Blouse and Biker jacket: Kate Moss for Topshop; Love Story Jeans: J Brand; Earrings: Warehouse; Espardrilles: Spain