Out of all of the cities in the U.K (with London being exception) Liverpool is quite possibly my favourite. There’s something about it I love coming back to, and something about it that always makes the two and a half hour Virgin train journey there so exciting (even if, according to Jazmine– it’s simply because we stop at Runcorn). Either way- I love it. To me it seems to be the city that’s always smiling, always sunny (even when its peeing it down with rain- which from experience can be often) and always welcome with open arms (and an infectious Scouse accent)- especially if those are the arms of Miss Cohen– who very kindly had Jazmine and I up to stay a couple of weeks back.
Since leaving the city, I’m always eager to visit (ahem, invite myself) so when Jaz and I hit it up at Euston a couple of Saturdays ago, I knew we were in for a weekend of fun, dancing and possibly excessive amounts of pasta and shortbread (#sorrynotsorry). Three days were spent exploring my favourite places- from The Quarter (if I were to ever create a dream menu for somewhere, this would be it), cutting shapes and taking disco naps at Heebies (one lemonade will never keep you awake ’til 5am folks), being beautified at the Beauty Bazaar (and becoming somewhat overwhelmed by the selection and leaving empty handed) and a little spot of tea and, erm hot dogs- but more on that soon…
P.S Let me apologize for the amount of ‘Liv-face’ in this post, I’ve only gone and posted 4 outfit snaps (some sitting down just so, erm, you can see my knees better)- I promise I won’t be so flippant with my face photos next time. But hey, new poses are fun sometimes.