Saturday, 10 November 2012

Abigail, Dawn and Sue

A couple of weeks ago I had a rather random but very enjoyable Friday off work.

I had booked a place at Abigail Ahern's interior design school.  I read Abi's blog every day and enjoy hearing about her design projects and the masterclasses that she runs in London, New York and Sydney.

Arriving at Dalston Kingsland station and making my way through the authentically gritty local street market I realised that Hackney is still up and coming rather than up and come!

As I got closer to Abi's road, the first signs of gentrification began to appear and I stopped at an organic food store and café - Healthy Stuff - for a flat white.


Abi's house was just around the corner - easily spotted by the fabulous Farrow & Ball Downpipe exterior paint job.

Inside the house was amazing - tea in the basement kitchen as Abi and Graham's crazy dogs got overexcited and then upstairs to the schoolroom in the attic.  The day was great fun, a mixture of lecture, house tour and good old natter with an interesting group of people - all very inspiring!

The day ended with pink champagne and cupcakes, followed by a cab to Atelier Abigail Ahern - Abi's shop on Upper Street.


I then moved on to the second part of the day - Dawn French in conversation with Sue Perkins at the Criterion Theatre in Piccadilly Circus, followed by a book signing.

I am a big Sue Perkins fan so was very excited at the prospect of meeting her at the signing.  Alas it was not to be, the conversation on stage was over an hour long and brilliantly funny, but only Dawn attended the signing part (well it was to promote her book Oh Dear Silvia I guess).



Barcelona 40 +1

Up relatively early we headed back to La Boqueria for breakfast - more pan con tomate and fresh figs, washed down with Vichy Catalan and a café con leche.

At 11 Sarah and I joined a Gaudi walking tour, with an Irish tour guide. Three hours later we were ready for a late lunch at La Jardi in the courtyard of the Antic hospital.

Carina arrived straight from the airport with just a small bag and a thirst for cava. One bottle later we headed to the apartment, dumped said bag and set off for dinner in Raval.