Dressed to kill, and guess who's dying?

Further to our discussion about clothes that make us feel good (or perhaps express how good we already feel about ourselves?), I have thoroughly enjoyed wearing this dress today.

A late 1950s/early 1960s cocktail dress for the school run? But of course!

 

I might have been drinking coffee rather than Cosmopolitans, but I felt fabulous nonetheless.  

 

You can't really tell from these photos, but the fabric has quite a sparkly sheen to it, which adds a certain glamour. But such is my reputation as That Mum At School Who Wears Odd Stuff that no one bats an eyelid anymore.

 

 I had a pretty frugal January, despite weeks of scouring the charity shops and local flea market. I don't know if I've lost my chazzing mojo, or if I am being more discriminating, or whether it's a reflection of the slim pickings on offer.

It really isn't like me to come home from Chesterfield flea market with two big bags of fruit and veg, but not much else.

Still, the lemons were massive (you ought to see the size of the butternut squash!) and the daffodils were cheap; I'm greatly looking forward to reading Agent 6, and watching Life of Brian with the kids, I think they will love it.

I popped into town this afternoon, on an errand to buy Eldest some new Scouts trousers; the poor kid has been squeezing herself into her old ones until she can no longer do them up, and the hems are flapping around her shins. I was chuntering about the price of the uniform, but there was a half price sale; excellent.

 

 

 

 

I am blaming Patti and Val et al for what happened next... I bought these boots! Well, you all encouraged Patti to buy her Doc Martens, so I took courage from that and went for it.

Yes, me; buying new boots, in a proper shop and everything. They were reduced, naturally. I have been on the hunt for some tan knee length boots for ages and not seen any I could afford or liked enough.

These will do very nicely. I like how they take a fancy-ish dress down a notch, and I am sure I will wear the hell out of them. Be prepared to get sick of the sight of them!

1950-60s cocktail dress - vintage shop (sale)

1960s vinyl shopper - Ebay

Cardigan, tights and bangles - charity shopped

Boots - Clarks (sale)

Necklace - gift from Val

 

 

I have come to the conclusion I can allow myself a second tier of clothing, which I like very much even if I don't feel The Truly Madly Deeply Love. 

 

It's the same with books, or songs, or films. There are examples of these whose merits I thoroughly appreciate, but they aren't in my Top Ten. And I think that's OK, it doesn't mean I can't read/listen/watch and enjoy.

Thank you for all your comments on the subject, I love to read your thoughts and opinions.

I am out with friends tonight for a Turkish meal; a visit to the hairdresser is scheduled for tomorrow, and I might pop into St Mary's vintage market for a browse.

And if we can make time for Life of Brian, so much the better! 

Have a good one, whatever you're up to!

xxxx