Friday, 18 April 2014

Turn around, ask yourself

How I love the school holidays!

I don't love the snotty cold I have at the moment, but I am highly appreciative of the lie-ins, the lack of schedule and homework, and the general lazy arse-ness of it all. 

I am taking full advantage.

Hurray for vintage maxi dresses and my Favourite Best Ever Sandals. 
(Art Company, bought online and half price 4 years ago, and worth every penny.)

1970s After Eight by Lerose dress - Ebay
Shirt and bangles - charity shopped
Sandals and sunglasses- retail (sale)
Necklace - gift

1960s Sherman maxi dress - Ebay
Sheer jacket and bangles - charity shopped
1960s necklace - flea market

I went on a bit of a chazzathon with my mate Sue on Monday - we had daughters in tow, who did pretty well out of it.

Is there any doubt of the benefits of charity shopping?

Our haul of a Reiss skirt; dresses from Cos and Mango; Melissa, Clarks and Vans shoes; and sundry other bits and bobs (including a vintage Spirograph set), with no greater price tag than £4, would surely convince anyone of the benefits of secondhand shopping.

What else have I been doing?

Pegging out the washing to take advantage of the weather; 
doing the pub quiz with my darlings of the Ladies Purse (don't ask; any quiz where the winner only scores 11 out of 20 is clearly Too Fucking Hard); 
and meeting up with old friends for a debrief about the vagaries and perils of Life.

1988-9; I lived with Sal and Claire; we are still friends. We reminisced about parties, relationships, snogging rashes, twin tubs, and music.

Rings and first bangle - charity shopped
Second bangle - gift

This is such a lovely time of year; the blossom on my ornamental cherry tree only lasts about 2 weeks, but I do love it when it comes.

  Blue sky, white blossom, green leaves...

 easy to see where the inspiration for this outfit came from.

I hope everyone has a great Easter weekend.

I'll leave you with a favourite musical memory from 1989.



Monday, 14 April 2014

Ticket to ride

We had the most marvelous time at the weekend in Liverpool.

Here I am on the ferry 'cross the Mersey.

And this is me in the same spot in 1987.

I was 23, and wearing my boyfriend-at-the-time's cardigan and Big Hair!


The Pier Head buildings and skyline are fabulous.
We spent the weekend in the excellent company of my sister Sabena and her partner Gary.


The Royal Liver Building, and a Liver Bird relief in the Museum of Liverpool.

The Three Graces; the Liver Building, the Cunard Building, and the Port of Liverpool Building, part of Liverpool's World Heritage Site
There are new buildings to rival the splendour of the old...

and the docks are a great place to wander.

Statue of Billy Fury at the Albert Dock.

One of the Superlambananas dotted around the city.
So apart from football, what else springs to mind when you think of Liverpool?

We braved the queue and visited The Beatles Story.

The kids know a surprising number of Beatles' songs and we really enjoyed the exhibition.

 Since we were staying in Chinatown, it seemed only appropriate to go for a Chinese meal.

And of course there was plenty of face-pulling and posing.

We were working on our cool album cover shots...

1960-70s Hong Kong-made maxi dress - flea market
Cardigan, denim jacket and bangles - charity shopped
Pendant - car boot

I loved the Walker Art Gallery.

Another stunning building...

...and some stunning art too.

Puck in the Sculpture Gallery.

Echo and Narcissus by John William Waterhouse.

A collection of 1970s Jean Varon dresses designed by John Bates.

Super Star Fucker by Peter Davies.

 After lunch in the brilliant Moose Coffee cafe...

 it was time to say goodbye and head for home, tired but very happy.

(PS. Next time, I'm going vintage shopping; hopefully Sandra will come with me!)


Friday, 11 April 2014

You can dance, you can jive, having the time of your life

 It's Friday already, and I'm sneaking in a quick post before we head off for another weekend away.

We're going to Liverpool, and I need to sort, pack, make sandwiches for the train - you know the drill.

But first;

more florals.

I'm so predictable.

Vintage frock; cardigan; denim jacket; boots; vintage bag; a mish-mash of jewellery.
A uniform? 
Maybe, but self-selected, flexible, colourful, and a relection of my taste and personality. (You all read Vix's post about that, right? Check out her words of wisdom here.)

We were out last night to watch a show of musical and dance performances at Claudia's school.

It was a great evening, I enjoyed seeing so many kids demonstrating their talent, hard work and commitment to performing arts.

Tandem are a surprisingly professional-sounding band - a little Arctic Monkeys-esque, but that's not a bad thing. 

 I can't claim that Claudia has any particular technical ability, but she loves to dance, has good rhythm, and best of all, she isn't afraid to show the joy on her face. She beamed throughout, and so did I.
(On a side note; there was a clear gender split. I'm generalising a little, but it seems the girls dance and sing; the boys don't dance but they play instruments. What's that all about then?)

1970s maxi dress - Ebay
Cardigan, jacket, bangles and rings - charity shopped
1950s tapestry bag - flea market
Necklace - was my mum's 

Right - must get on. That suitcase won't pack itself.

Have a great weekend; I intend to do just that!


Tuesday, 8 April 2014

You're all individuals

I was at school today attending a fundraising event organised by Nina's year group.

 The theme, predictably, was Easter, but a very secular chocolate and bunny-based version. 

Which is fine by me, not having a religious bone in my body.

Nina wanted to enter the Easter parade, for which she needed a costume or a decorated hat. 
My suggestion of carrying a cardboard cross and saying she'd come as Jesus received an outraged response. 
"Mummy - that's so offensive!"

Simon and I thought it was hilarious.
Honestly, they're being dragged up, these kids...


 That little voice piping up with "I'm not!" and being shushed makes me laugh every time.

Anyway,  just in case any of you who are appalled, don't fret; I relented, and cobbled together an Easter bonnet appropriate for the most refined of church-going ladies.

Straw boater and dress - charity shopped
Plastic flowers, chicks and eggs (on top) - Poundland
Scruffy hair - model's own

1970s dress - Ebay
Denim jacket, bangles, necklace and sunglasses - charity shopped
Boots - retail

It just so happened that the tulips and honesty mirrored the colours in my dress perfectly.

 And the sunshine on the tulips was just dazzling.

  Don't mind me, I'm having a Georgia O'Keeffe moment.

Oriental Poppies, 1928.

Georgia O'Keeffe

And to prove this isn't just thrown together - I had my first mammogram this week. 
It's a sign of being (almost) 50.

It was fine, very quick and efficient, courtesy of a chatty Dutch radiographer called Stephanie.

A quick trip to the local hospice charity shop this morning, en route to the Post Office and Tesco, saw me part with the vast sum of £4 for this little collection of goodies.

1962 Simplicity sewing guide
1970s Style pattern
1960s Featherlite sheet and matching pillow cases

(Oh, don't tell me you're not thinking of Durex now, I know you are!)

I am thinking of making the dress out of the sheet. It's probably too ambitious for a novice, but I'm going to try. I want the version with short sleeves really, but that might be pushing my luck, not to mention my rudimentary skills.


  Of course I need another dress with an orange and pink floral print. Need you ask?

Sacramento's Share-in-Style feature on Saturday has a floral theme, so I'll be linking up.

Look at that face. Slapped arse.

I recognise that I frequently mock things which other people hold dear, but in my defence, I also take the piss out of myself.
A lot.
It's the only way to stay sane, I find.