Where the Murray Magic happens...

I had the pleasure of spending this afternoon in the company of the stunning Francesca Murray in her East London pad. Sunday afternoon's don't get any better. Baking cupcakes, bearded men talk, drooling over the kitchen aid in Frankie's kitchen, drooling in general over her apartment...

Now, I'm going to give you some background to Ms. Murray. She is a very talented jewellery designer, using vintage parts to make one-off pieces (website here). She also has a way with words (blog here). She is also extremely lovely.

We baked a batch of tasty nutella swirl cupcakes with chocolate frosting. It was kinda amazing.

While we gorged ourselves on our baked goodies, Frankie used her superwickedawesome jewellery skills to repair about six million necklaces of mine (broken as a result of over-exertion on the dancefloor). In the background, we had Lady Gaga.

The best part of the afternoon was seeing her room. Where the magic happens.

Vintage dresses (some Natasha Bailie in the mix)

Poirot monkey

Her Diana camera

Her magic kit aka where she gets her design on

The kitsch bust decorated with a red sequin dress

The polaroid heart

An old 'roid of me (blonde), Lujain and Frankie.

If you need something special to wear around your neck or something to hold your glasses onto, visit this lady.

Peace, Fi xx