Probably little over a week ago my sister Emily asked if I wanted to help her run her friend's shop in Dalston,
Fee Fee La Fou HQ, founded and run by the mysterious Fee (mysterious only to me as I did not get the chance to meet her- which was a shame as she sounds like one insanely cool and lovely human)
. At first as I was unsure, as I reserve my weekends for sorting out our *relatively* new house or tidying the spare room, which incidentally looks a lot like lying down in my underwear and eating noodles whilst watching True Detective (so bummed it's over, and no Matthew McConaughey in the 2nd Series?!? It's Rustin Cohle or straight up nuthin' HBO!) but once Em assured me the shop had magical properties and my responsibilities would be close to zero, I was SOLD.
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JUST LOOK AT IT! |
The shop is a hop, skip and jump away from Dalton Kingsland underground, and it is a NEON DREAM.
Filled with home-ware items that are either ridiculously cute, ridiculously colourful or ridiculously covered in stuffed toys, Fee Fee La Fou is an Aladdin's cave of the circus themed variety.
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Look into those cornflower blue eyes and tell me this isn't the cutest yet also 'ahh kill it with fire' thing you've ever seen in your life. |
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I imagine the one in the middle being like 'The paints in my eye, THERE'S PAINT IN MY ONE EYE! Oh God... oh no...therghs pauntgh in ma maaof!! Paunthgh iundn, Oh Godgghg' |
Anyway here's the things I wanted most, as this blog is getting a reputation for me ending posts with stuff I want, like the spoilt little foot-stompin' baby I am:
Anyway enough gushing. Let's finish with a photo of me and my darling boy
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Shrouded in the glow of new Motherhood |