Kate Perry's Blog
November 19, 2024
I'm in London...
...at the café I like going to when I’m in town.
It’s a gray morning. The sun’s reluctant to fight the clouds, waiting until they’ve had enough to make its move.
I recognize some of the patrons here. There’s the Russian woman who walks her little dog in the mornings and then stops for a juice. There’s the diffident French woman who takes her son to school and then comes in for coffee and gossip with the other diffident mothers.
Around the corner, there’s an all-girls school, and their uniform reminds me of suffragettes from the early twentieth century. Yes, they wear dark blue capes edged in red and these little matching bonnets.
The people walking by are bundled up like it’s the dead of winter. I’m wearing a T-shirt and I’m overheated. I guess the people don’t have a thick blanket of hair down their back to keep them warm.
I cannot WAIT for my haircut next month.
Op—is it drizzling? It’s London. Anyone would be able to guess the answer.
When I’m here, I always get the urge to visit the Summerhill house—specifically the gardens behind it. I loved writing the Summerhills. I’m still thinking of doing another spin-off with Coco and the other cousins, maybe set in Paris.
Funny story: the first time I was in London with Ava, we’d just finished having posh tea in Mayfair and wanted to go for a walk. She said, “Let’s go this way, because look at that maple tree!” and she led me straight into the gardens behind the Summerhill house.
What’s up for today? MAGIC—it’s everywhere if you’re open to it.
With a bright burst of fairy dust from this gray morning…
💛
Me
It’s a gray morning. The sun’s reluctant to fight the clouds, waiting until they’ve had enough to make its move.
I recognize some of the patrons here. There’s the Russian woman who walks her little dog in the mornings and then stops for a juice. There’s the diffident French woman who takes her son to school and then comes in for coffee and gossip with the other diffident mothers.
Around the corner, there’s an all-girls school, and their uniform reminds me of suffragettes from the early twentieth century. Yes, they wear dark blue capes edged in red and these little matching bonnets.
The people walking by are bundled up like it’s the dead of winter. I’m wearing a T-shirt and I’m overheated. I guess the people don’t have a thick blanket of hair down their back to keep them warm.
I cannot WAIT for my haircut next month.
Op—is it drizzling? It’s London. Anyone would be able to guess the answer.
When I’m here, I always get the urge to visit the Summerhill house—specifically the gardens behind it. I loved writing the Summerhills. I’m still thinking of doing another spin-off with Coco and the other cousins, maybe set in Paris.
Funny story: the first time I was in London with Ava, we’d just finished having posh tea in Mayfair and wanted to go for a walk. She said, “Let’s go this way, because look at that maple tree!” and she led me straight into the gardens behind the Summerhill house.
What’s up for today? MAGIC—it’s everywhere if you’re open to it.
With a bright burst of fairy dust from this gray morning…
💛
Me
