Parcels, prints, prices, pubes

I seem to have been really busy this week without actually achieving very much. Do you ever have weeks like that?

It can't be considered an achievement, I know, but I did receive 2 lovely parcels in the post which made me smile. A lot.

Oh Mrs Coconut, you spoiled me! A gorgeous frock, a fabulous tapestry bag, vintage hair flower, scarf, London tea towel, beads, mirror compact, cute cat book, mini owl vase, AND sweeties for the kids. Now that's what I call a Parcel of Joy! Thank you so much, Melanie.

Littlest has her beady eye on this oh-so-cute vase, she loves owls. We think she may be part human, part owl. Screech, that is.


                                                             And look what Lovely Lucy sent me.

     It's lip balm. It's organic. It's in a shell. With a mirror. And its own drawstring bag. I Love It!
                                                                  Thank you Luce!

The photos of what I wore today are really shit, I do apologise. I meant to take them outside earlier in the day, but forgot, then had stuff to do, and didn't take them till the light had faded and they are all blurry.  Such a professional, that's me.

I love this frock. It's from Wallis, via a charity shop, of course, and it's super-flattering, easy-to-wear, with a great print and doesn't need ironing. My kind of dress.

 
Dress (£4.50), necklace (50p), bangles (£1 each) - charity shopped; cardigan (Topshop, 14 years ago!); suede ankle boots (£7) - Ebay; tights (retail, ancient).



                                                                 I have had a lovely day today.

After the school drop-off, I pinned some bunting with my 2 delightful buddies Joanne and Trace, accompanied by coffee and much chat.

Then I went into town to meet another friend and her gorgeous baby; it's been a while since I cuddled a 3 month old baby, I had forgotten how delicious a thing that is. C's mum and I put the world to rights, and agreed that if only everyone was like us, life would be great.... We have a highly developed sense of irony.

Then I did some shopping (food and charity), came home, packed up some dresses for Littlest's teacher (I am on commission to find her some nice frocks from charity shops, she hates shopping but likes what I wear, so I said I'd source her some stuff), and headed to school.

The older LBs do basketball after school on Fridays, so after I'd collected them, and dropped off a couple of bags of jumble (local JS tomorrow morning, yay!) I took a birthday present round to my friend Claire who lives 4 doors down. Naturally, I stayed for a cup of tea and a slice of her birthday cake, and a discussion of sex education* (she's a teacher), before heading home to make tortillas for tea. Littlest tried a bit of Jalapeno - that's my girl!

                                                Welcome to my world.... Don't yawn. That's my life.

Now I need some advice from you lovely ladies. I am... Drum roll... sharing a stall at a craft and vintage fair next Saturday! Woo hoo! Trace (she of the cakestands of distinction, seen here) is selling her gorgeous creations, and I am selling vintage clothes and accessories. Hopefully.

I can't help worrying that I might sit there with a fixed grin all day long, then have to cart every single thing back home again, having paid for the privilege. But if you don't try, you'll never know.

I need your help with pricing. I want to be competitive and sell, so there is no point pricing too high. But I need to make some money, obviously. And I need some wiggle room for hagglers. So what do you reckon?  £15-20 for a vintage frock? £5-10 for a blouse or skirt? £3 for a scarf or pair of earrings? Help! All my stock is genuine vintage, not ersatz "retro", and in good condition. Let me know what you think, I'd be grateful.

I'm going to be selling this 1980s St. Michael navy polka dot (but you can't see them) pencil skirt. I like it, but it doesn't make me feel fabulous. Vix's Law says that means it has to go.

                  But look at how big my tits look in that top!

                                                                    (Karen, I think I hear you hooting from here...)

*How extremely depressing it is to hear that a class of 13 year olds couldn't name any other part of female sexual anatomy other than vagina. And when shown a line drawing of a vulva, they said "Ewwww". And they appear to be unaware that having pubic hair is a normal state of affairs.

                                                  On that note - have a most splendid weekend, lovely ladies!

                                                                                       xxxx