The Cobbled Streets
Couldn't resist any longer - here is the 'real' Stockholm, as I imagined it. Gamla Stan, also known as the Medieval quarter, is one of the most stunning places I've been to so far. Having read so much about the iconic cobbled streets before our trip, I was very eager to witness them first-hand and insisted on exploring them on the first day, even if that meant going out on my own at night in what could only be described as torrential rain (luckily, the rest of the time the weather was perfect)! Drenched, clad in a white raincoat that made me look like a dishevelled runaway chemistry student with severe mental problems that has been shat on to infinity by pigeons with digestion problems, hair sticking to my face, glasses in such a state I was wishing they had miniature car wipers attached, I looked a far cry from the outfits photos in this post. Most of the above hardly bothered me though, because I was wholly absorbed in the act of admiring the lights flickering off the slippery cobbles,
each brick a golden rainbow, each house a glittering fortress which LuKd sRsLy kWL.
My walk in the rain also had a more basic purpose behind it - to break in my new Doc Martens, which murdered my feet at first. No exaggeration - after wearing them for just a couple of hours, I had to take them off and walk home in my socks from the festival, resulting in a splendid specimen of blackened "hobbit feet". The rain seemed to do the trick, though - after that they were the comfiest things in the world. Having ummed and aahed at length about which pair I should get, I'm glad I went with these in the end because they add just the right balance to an otherwise overly 'girly' outfit.
Fast forward a few days and we're playing the 'spot as many Moomin items as you can' game in tourist shops and admiring the people chilling with a fika (a Swedish custom loosely translated as having something sweet and a coffee with friends) outside numerous cafes. What could be more idyllic than peering down a cobbled alleyway just about as wide as your arm stretched out, or popping into an antiques/vintage shop or two? I recommend the flea market on Själagårdsgatan and Duranis on Kåkbrinken street, set up by Central Saint Martins graduate Linnéa Palme. More on my Swedish adventures soon!
Tie front top, vintage
Crochet cardigan, vintage
Swan print skater skirt, Topshop
Shoes, Dr. Martens
Bag, vintage Jane Shilton