Happy Sunday!

clouds, morning coffee, spring, unplanned plans, Carnaby Street, no cake but Hawaiian hamburger, blueberry and banana pancakes, sun, colourful sheep, front row on the bus, tea, friends, cookies *hmmm*

And btw, thanks Juanma, for providing photographic evidence 😉

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Soundtrack of the day:

XX, happy Angie 🙂

So we went to buy a bed…

I knew that moving house would mean going to Ikea eventually and I was really looking forward to it! 😀

IkeaCollage_ITo be honest, I don’t really know why going to Ikea makes me so happy. I just have that lovely memory of our family going there when my sister and I were little. It used to be almost like a day trip, with my parents making a long list and my mum measuring all the rooms before.

Anyway, last Friday the day had finally come! After work I went to pick up Gonzo at home and off we went to the biggest distributor of Swedish meatballs and furniture. We feasted on Kötbullar and then went on the hunt for the perfect bathroom-shelf, an affordable bed and tried to sneak past the candles, kitchen accessories and picture frames without loading with too many unnecessary things. 😉

IkeaCollage_IIAt this point I want to stress that I was particularly well prepared and equipped with a tape measure and a map of our bathroom measures taken by me the night before, leading us to the find the perfect fit for that 20 cm slot with a GNEDBY shelf. As for the bed, I have to say that it actually freaked me out a little to buy a double bed. I mean, that’s a super grown-up thing to do!! But I got over it eventually and practicality won. Now we proudly own our first ever self-bought FJELLSE double bed.
I also want to point out, that it wasn’t only me who gathered all that small knick-knack when we crossed the basement. Gonzo fell in love with a casserole dish and insisted on a cake tin (he’s invading my territory), whereas I went for candles (obviously!) and a flower pot 🙂

We arrived back home quite late, but still started to assemble things straight away. The bed we kept for the next morning though. The best comes last!

XX, Angie

Tanta Roba!!

We moved house!

I actually can’t believe it! After two months of intense flat searching, slimy agents, nerve-wrecking viewings, a last-minute denial of our dream flat, a new flatmate, compromises and loads of change of plans we finally did it!
Ladies and Gentlemen, I write to you from our new flat in Willsden Green! 😀

Yesterday in the morning we left our beloved flat in Stratford.

Good-bye view to the Archelor Mittal Orbit and the tube station, bye to the skyscarper right in front of our building that in the morning reflected the sunlight directly to our living room, good-bye quicksand sofa, where once you sat down you never got up again, bye-bye to the fireplace that didn’t work but was a perfect display for our useless knick-knack. And good-bye to our amazing flatmates we not only shared a roof with in the last year, but also a lot of lovely dinners, midnight-conversations, excursions, frustration and frustration-coping, creative projects, film nights and much more!
*hach* I’m not gonna lie, it was definitely a hard farewell! But as Gonzo said: it’s not the flat you gonna miss, it’s the memories you made there. And he’s right.


The morning was sunny and super windy. It was almost as if spring decided to help us by blowing half of our things himself to the new flat.
I can’t believe how much stuff we ended up with actually! I partly blame my genes; by being a Zopf I am predestined to hoarding. I just like to accumulate stuff, covering all my sins by calling it “making a home”. On the other hand I have to stress that we were the last ones leaving the flat and therefore had to take care of everything that was left.

We packed all our things (thank you Gonzo for towing all my heavy boxes!) into a lovely yellow van, driven by a nice Spanish guy and off we went to our new amazing flat – full of Spaniards, by the way! 😉
(I’m gonna be the only not-Spanish/Austrian person there. But I see it more as a positive thing: by the end of the year I’ll be fluent in Spanish and make the prefect tortilla!)


The day was very stressful and until the end I was very tense, with my emotions shifting from sadness because of the good-bye to happiness and excitement to a little anxiety and back to being relaxed. Uff!

So here we are, out of noisy, hectic, well-connected and grey Stratford to peaceful, green, super British Willsden Green!
Let a new chapter of London begin!

XX, Angie