I am woefully behind with my posting and commenting, due to an increasingly sluggish internet connection which finally gave up the ghost altogether at the weekend.
But thanks to a delightfully chatty BT engineer who sorted things out this morning, I am back online, and back in the game!
Last Friday, I met up with delicious blog buddies Vix, Tania, Annie and new friend Serena for a day out in Nottingham. It may have rained all day, but that didn't dampen our spirits, our vintage shopping enthusiasm, or our ability to talk and laugh for England.
Hopkinson's was a treasure trove of all things vintage and retro.
Vix looked absolutely stunning in this hot pink psychedelic maxi, and we found her doppelganger on the wall.
That hairdryer is the model my sisters and I used growing up in the 1960s and 70s.
Cocktails and exchanging gifts in Wetherspoons are now a blogger meet-up tradition, and we all did very well!
1970s cheeseboard and stainless steel pendant from Vix
Tights, notepad and butterfly brooch from Annie
Book, beads, bangle and 1970s red blouse (on which everything is arranged) from Tania
Handmade soap and card from Serena
This was from Vix too...
... a homemade 1970s-does-30s maxi dress with my favourite angel sleeves - it's a perfect fit and I love it!
Oh, and Tania made me the tote bag from cool 1950s barkcloth.
Blog friends - actually, I'm going to stop using that term, these women are my friends, pure and simple - are just fantastic!
So although the day was wet and dreary...
...we had a brilliant time, especially in Baklash.
If you haven't already read Vix's amazing tale of meeting the owner, Eve, 30 years ago, then check out the story here.
And Tania's take on our day is here.
1960-70s Cat Ballou deer print cheesecloth dress
1960-70s Mackerness green lurex dress
1970s navy print maxi skirt
1970s C&A towelling maxi dress
(all stuffed in one bag for £10 from Baklash)
1960-70s black/silver lurex maxi skirt (Hopkinson's)
Happy, happy me.
We found nothing to get excited about in here, just identikit rails of checked shirts and denim, but the sign looked great.
A final drink and chat, then a mad dash for my train.
Yes, all these years of travelling by train and I still manage to wander off to the wrong platform...
I jumped on to my train home just in the nick of time.
But even if I'd missed it and had to pay again on the next one, it would have been worth it!
Meeting up with these wonderful women was a joy.
And now I am going to catch up with what's been happening during my enforced blogging break!
PS. Thank you so much for all your concern and kindness regarding my poorly friend. He is out of intensive care and the future is looking much more optimistic. His life was saved by someone doing CPR until the ambulance crew arrived - makes me think about doing the training myself.