Sunday, 13 October 2013

Muriel's Kitchen


 
 

On Friday night, the ladies and I agreed it was about time for a little catch up. 
After deciding that our evening should consist of a dinner, wine & cake combo (wine for the girls, cake for me), we ended up in a lovely little place called Muriel's Kitchen.

We were gladly welcomed in from the rain and seated our soggy selves in a rather unusual spot, with pastel coloured chairs that hung from the ceiling and resembled swings. 
Perfect for preggo little me, very comfortable indeed. 

The inside of Muriel's is honestly every girls heaven as far as home interior goes. It's shabby chic all the way, it looks like something straight out of Pinterest.
Lovely little bird-cage lampshades hung above us, scented candles on our table, homemade cakes and a kitchen clock in the shape of a dog, that wagged it's tail with each tic!
I know I wish my kitchen looked like this (I'm sure I'd be a better cook if it did...). I don't think we could have picked a more perfect place for a cosey (sober) girls night.

Now, although I wouldn't particularly recommend the food (although please bear in mind that perhaps I am a little fussy at the moment),  it was a lovely girly hang out. We ended up staying for a good few hours chatting men, babies and life, over giant pieces of red velvet and fresh berry cakes. 

I'd definitely say it's worth nipping in for a coffee & slice of home made cake, or a glass of wine. 

4 comments:

  1. This looks lovely, my thought was that it looks like something straight out of Pinterest! I could sacrifice the food for red velvet cake, or any cake! xx

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  2. oooh this looks so lovely! i thought you were in a friends country kitchen or something... how nice and cosy! :)
    xxx
    http://eleanorcos.blogspot.com/

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  3. YUM! I'm now jonesing for cake so badly! That looks adorable!

    dp
    x
    Inanity and the Girl

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  4. so cute and definitely shabby chic!

    xo
    Kelsey Belle | Happie Reading Blog

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