We have an actual agenda of topics to cover in this little post here, so let’s get started with point number one- shoes!
Jason and I spent this Saturday in Guildford, because we had Stuff To Get Done. Wedding Stuff. Like buying rings and whatnot. But first of all, we stopped by the new Superga store which had opened up that very day on Market Place (about halfway up the High Street, on the left hand side). We were invited along to see what Superga’s all about, which turns out to be making the cutest little trainers (I’m a child of the 90s so would call them ‘plimsolls’, but am 99% certain that’s not the correct/cool name for them anymore!) in a rainbow of colours and patterns! The shop is teeny tiny and pleasingly minimalist, with shoes arranged in ombre rows that are total aesthetic food for the soul! ;)
After some pretty intense deliberation, I picked out a couple of pairs that I’m sure are the closest things to trainers I’ve owned in at least a decade. A decade! I have this awful habit of wearing really inappropriate footwear for the weather/occasion (I don’t really enjoy wearing boots, so would usually rather have chilly feet and wear little ballet flats or shoes than anything sensible), so am hoping that maybe a couple of decent pairs of trainers will bridge the gap!
On a sidenote- seriously, what’re trainers like this called? Plimsolls doesn’t seem the word. I feel like my sister would die of shame if she heard me refer to them as plimsolls ;)
After our date with the rainbow shoe store was over, we moseyed back down the high street to pick up coffees, and then headed into the very same jewellers where Jason bought my engagement ring from just this time last year to start the process of choosing wedding rings!
Picking out wedding rings was pretty surreal- and I managed to hold the ol’ emotional temperature down at a low-ish setting the whole time we were in there, which was unexpectedly great! ;) I guess I’ve become pretty used to wearing a ring because trying bands on myself didn’t feel as crazy as I expected it might- but seeing Jason try on a wedding ring for the first time was something else entirely! What is it about seeing your man wearing a ring on his wedding finger?!
I had my engagement ring cleaned up whilst we were in the jewellers too, which is great because it’s no longer all clouded up with mud and pastry remnants and whatever else seems to get caught underneath it. Jason warned the jeweller that they’d probably find a loaf of bread rising out of the cleaning solution next time they went to use it after mine’d been in there. I wouldn’t be surprised, you know!
After we’d deliberated and deliberated and deliberated some more (okay fine, I was the one doing all the back and forth-ing, Jason made his choice pretty quickly), we placed our order for the rings to be made up, and then headed out for a beautiful, elegant lunch at the swankiest restaurant we know of.
NOT REALLY. We totally went and picked up a couple of sublime chicken gyros from Meat the Greek. We know how to party, okay?
I’ve been meaning to do a proper little review of Meat the Greek here for ages, ever since we first discovered the joy that is a super soft pita stuffed with chicken, french fries, garlic sauce, chopped tomatoes, and Greek herbs.
Classy it’s not, delicious it most certainly is. The chicken isn’t greasy and has tons of flavour, the tomatoes are always fresh and juicy, the pitas are divine (soft and chewy), and the garlic sauce is creamy and flavoursome but not so strong you need to drink Listerine afterwards if you fancy talking to anyone close up. And there are chips in the wrap. IN THE WRAP. It’s an entire meal (carbs, veg, protein, dairy…) all in one! If you ever find yourselves in Guildford, head to Chapel Street (walk up the High Street, and turn right between Baby Gap and Jack Wills), and treat yourselves. You won’t be sorry.
We took our little picnic back to the car at Jason’s offices just on the river, turned the heated seats on and T Swift’s album up loud, and tucked into our feast. Between bites of gyro, I treated Jason to renditions of Style, then All You Had To Do Was Stay, then Wildest Dreams from 1989, which he was so totally into you can’t even imagine.
And so endeth tales from a sort of higgledy piggledy day in my beloved Guildford! It was a delightful one, especially since we picked up a couple of packets of mini eggs from the petrol station on the way home, and spent the rest of the afternoon drinking coffee and praising the person who first thought of wrapping chocolate in a sugary coating. Genius.