Saturday, 25 April 2015


There is so much to see and do in Manchester, I couldn't fit it all into one weekend, or one blog post.

This place is brilliant, and will require a second visit.

Cotton is at the centre of Manchester's industrial, financial and social history. In 1781, Richard Arkwright built the first steam-driven textile mill in the city, ten years after he established his factory at Cromford Mill in Derbyshire (you can read about our visit here).

By 1853, there were 108 mills in Manchester, and twenty years later, the city produced over 30% of the world's cotton. 

The ready supply of water and coal, and the development of canals and railways made Manchester the perfect location for an industrial boom. Even the copious rain for which the city is infamous was beneficial; the damp air meant the cotton threads were less liable to snap.

Many of the huge number of warehouses built to accommodate raw materials and finished products have been redeveloped.

The Cotton Exchange where manufacturers and traders came to do business is now the Royal Exchange theatre.

Children were a significant part of the 18-19th Century textile workforce; here are Uncle Gary and the kids re-enacting a moment of mill-working brutality with great aplomb.

Fabulous street art and face-pulling. 
Oh Nina...

1970s cotton maxi dress - prize from The Queen's Drawers
Cardigan, necklace and bangles - charity shopped
Sandals - retail (sale)

Here's a hidden gem which is well worth a visit; the Gallery of Costume, part of Manchester Art Galleries. It's in Platt Hall, an elegant Georgian house in Fallowfield.

 There was an exhibition of wedding dresses...

and gorgeous hats...

and examples of beautiful clothing from the 17th Century to the present day.


It's the ideal place for a vintage lover to while away an hour or so on a wet Sunday morning in Manchester.

I haven't heard yet whether I've got an interview for the charity shop job. To take my mind off the waiting, I've finally got round to starting some sewing.

And yes, of course the fabric is cotton. This isn't just thrown together, you know...

Hope everyone is having a great weekend!

Tuesday, 21 April 2015

Reasons to be cheerful

It's been a beautiful day today. It was a pleasure to walk to work this morning without a jacket.
1970s Debroyal maxi skirt - vintage fair
Cardigan, top, shoes, bangles and 1960s vinyl bag - charity shopped
Sunglasses - retail

I do love my charity shop days; today, I've rearranged the bric-a-brac display to my satisfaction, sorted and priced all manner of objects from vintage tea sets, glassware and kitchenalia to linens and clothes, and shaken my head over the sad state of some donations. 
I've chatted and laughed with customers, and put the world of charity shopping to rights with my fellow volunteers and our lovely manager.

Yes - a good day. 

Another good day was had by Claudia and I on Saturday.

I texted her while I was at the hairdresser's to ask her if she wanted to meet me in town afterwards.
Claud: Why?
Me: Err... Cos I love you. And I might buy you something.
Claud: What time?

Cheeky bugger.

Two dresses from a charity shop and a pair of shoes for school later, and here we are in Mooch Vintage. It's Mama's turn! 
The shop has moved to larger premises since I took the gang there on our Bloggers Day in Sheffield last year. But proprietor Wayne remains as friendly as ever; he didn't object to me taking photos and taking ages to select a few frocks to try on, and talked strong colours and prints with me and the virtues of Converse with Claudia.
Colour and sparkle...

taxidermy, some with accessories...

Japanese beauties...

and the Perfect Bag, but it wasn't for sale. Which was probably just as well, since I might have been tempted to bankrupt myself in order to buy it, I loved it so much.
What I did purchase from Mooch was the 1970s white print dress on the right; the blue/green pleated 1970s beauty on the left was a half-price bargain from Freshman's vintage boutique.

 2 dresses + 2 dresses = happy mum and daughter.

Freshly coloured hair makes me happy too.

I'm vaguely aware of how shallow that makes me sound, but honestly? It's true and I don't care who knows it!

I'm terribly late for Visible Monday but Patti is such a generous hostess, I'm sure she won't mind. I hate to miss it!


Friday, 17 April 2015

The flowers that bloom in the Spring

I'm not quite sure where that week went but it's flown by, and here we are at the weekend again. Yippee!

This is what I wore on Wednesday; a customer in the charity shop admired my dress, and told me I was very on trend with my florals. She'd clearly read the same Observer fashion article as me, so we had a bit of a laugh about that. 
I must say I like my dress far more than the pieces selected to accompany the article (above) and at 99p from Ebay, it was a great deal cheaper. 

(Incidentally, that blue top on the right, the polo shirt with the hardly-floral-at-all print? Topshop, £85. Can you believe it?)
1970s maxi dress - Ebay
1960s jacket, shoes, belt and bangles - charity shopped
1960s carpet bag and necklace - gifts
1960s brooch - The Queen's Drawers
No one puts on a big blobby rose pattern before striding into a boardroom and closing a billion dollar deal, writes Alice Fisher. 
She might be right (although there are a whole load of assumptions begging to be questioned in that sentence) but since boardrooms and high-flying deals aren't really my thing, I'll happily continue to wear my beloved floral prints. 

As it happens, the world of employment, if not exactly the boardroom, is beckoning; I've applied for a job as a charity shop deputy manager. I'll keep you posted.

What else is new?
Well, this dress is - new-to-me anyway. It has glittery gold lurex stripes, huge sleeves, and I love it. 
Thanks, Em, what a great gift!

1970s Dumarsel maxi dress - gift from Emma
Hat, necklace and bangles - charity shopped
1960s beaded bag - car boot
Ankle boots - community fair
This little Wade cutie was too sweet to leave in the 50p basket in a charity shop. 
He's Scamp, from Disney's Lady and the Tramp (1956).
I found a vintage sheet for a couple of quid which would make a lovely dress. If I ever get round to doing some sewing...

There are forget-me-nots all over my garden...

and tulips...

and cats.

Just how I like it.

Have a great weekend, everyone!


Sunday, 12 April 2015

Pretty in pink. Isn't she?

This is pretty...

although my poor camellia has taken quite a buffeting in today's rain and high winds. 
And I do think she's very pretty. Beautiful, even. 

As for me, I'm loving my pinks this weekend, but pretty? Now, there's a question. 
I've been thinking about that word.

Pretty - of a person (especially a woman or child); attractive in a delicate, graceful or simple way, without being truly beautiful.

1970s Richard Shops* maxi dress and sandals - Ebay
1960-70s raffia bag and bangles - charity shopped
1970s pendant - vintage fair
* Any Brits of a certain age remember their 1970s adverts? 
"Richard Shops are filled with all the pretty things, soft and lovely pretty things to wear. Hey there, pretty thing, make the world a prettier place. Come pretty up, and buy your clothes from Richard Shops."

I think any word used almost exclusively to describe girls and women is worth questioning. 
Does being pretty matter?

I don't think I worried about it as a young child. 
Looking objectively (if that's possible) at old photos of me, I think I was quite a pretty little girl (I'm the smaller, fairer one in these pics). I certainly didn't feel a terrible lack of confidence or low self-esteem based on how I looked.

That came later, with adolescence. There are few photos of me from that time, I was horribly self-conscious and camera shy.
I did so want to be pretty. Pretty girls were popular and desirable. I knew I was clever, but I would have traded my good grades for being pretty any day.
1960s huge palazzo pants (cut down from an ill-fitting jumpsuit) - Ebay
Top, waistcoat, shoes, bangles and 1960s vinyl shopper - charity shopped
1960-70s Sheffield-made steel pendant - flea market

If conventional prettiness requires a lightness of touch, graceful girlishness, a delicacy or sweetness which we associate with childhood or youth, then I could never be described as pretty. My features are strong and heavy. And while that caused me heartache in my teens and early twenties, I eventually learned that prettiness is just one way to be attractive.

So how would I describe myself now? 

Well, it varies, but generally, I like to think I look striking. That is due in no small part to how I dress, of course. As my lovely friend Vix always says, a flamboyant outfit is a great distraction from blemishes or a bad hair day. Confidence helps too.
And Patti wrote a thoughtful post last year about the merits of the word handsome to describe women. Beauty may be out of my reach, but I hope for handsome!

While I am happy to describe my clothes, jewellery, prints and colours as pretty, I don't feel it's a word that has anything to do with me.

Looking through the family photo albums my Mum has lent me, I picked out this image of me as a child which I really like.

1969; I'm 5 years old. 

I look confident, possibly a bit arsey and challenging. I'm squinting in the sun (still do that),
 and probably wanted to get on with playing in the pool rather than pose for a photo. 
Not particularly sweet or cute, but that kid looks like me. And pretty or not, I like that kid. 
Pretty or not, I make the best of what I have, and I like that too.