My Bubble

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My Bubble is the love of all things I am inspired by in my daily motions.

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More about moi.........

Name: Monita Kainth

Location: London

• I am a British born Indian – Punjabi to be exact. Not always a first guess but I really don’t mind being mistaken for other exotic nationalities!

• I’m infatuated with historical fashion and would love to live in the Mogul or Victorian era, as a Maharani/ Queen of course!

•I have a real weakness for sea food and bubbles in a flute glass.

•A good beat is infectious to my mind, body and soul, stupefying for a life time.

• I get cold feet when not travelling - The worlds my oyster.

•I love DIY – If I could split myself in countless pieces, I would try qualifying to be an interior decorator, Product Developer, Photographer, Garden Designer, Event’s Organiser, Baker, Lonely Planet Author, Kids book illustrator, Property Developer , Fire Poi Master and many, many more!

• If I could make any wish come true, it would be to make any wish come true when I ask!

•Home is where family, friends and memories are, a home, a country, a song, a taste, a touch.......

•My family are my worldly possessions.

•I love food and love to cook just as much.

•Vintage Bollywood films accompanied with Maltesers thrown in a cup of Coco, is my perfect comfort for rainy days, equally a great Jazz beat whilst cooking on a cold winters night.

There’s much more so follow on...........

Angels Sale

Angel Sale – 6th February.

7 am Saturday mornings….. Still in bed, curing the horrendous headache due to over indulgence of beer, raising midday for comfort food to ease the tummy and back to bed and snooze……………….

 Well not here! And I guess 3/4,000 of you peeps, too were in the in the random depths of Wembley on the 6th February, in the endless queue for Angels Warehouse sale.

To recapitulate to you fashionistas, the famed TV and film costumier  clear out their warehouse, where you stuff as much as you can in a £20 bag or £50 bag.  It involves rummaging through hundreds of boxes full of garments and accessories, be warned… hazardous loose women ready for carnage! Though, the endless scrambling, trying things on and eager scrutinizing eyes soon have you grubby and passé.

Inadvertently, the motive of sticking to a £20 bag had quite easily morphed to a £50 bag, and then an additional shared £20 bag. SIGH!  

Fairly, the door charge into the warehouse is a fiver, which is a fair do considering I would probably pay the £60.00 on a single jacket at Rokit.

Five jackets, one shirt, one top, a pair of violet, 80’s stilettos, five hats and a fur travel box later, I most certainly squeezed every penny into the bags. After wizzing through the 50’s, 60’s,70’s, 80’s and 90’s aisles, not once, not twice but a lucky third time, fabilicious pieces were of my ownership!…. and did I mention it was “bags” of fun??