Another beautifully sunny day today.
Rain showers and hail storms notwithstanding.
Look at my new frock, a 1970s homemade beauty in floral lurex.
£3 from a flea market stall yesterday.
Do you see the sinister face in the clouds top right?
Do you think it's God?
He's wearing shades, and is that a 'tache? It seems God appreciates the style of the Seventies.
I adore the handkerchief sleeves, the sparkle in the fabric, and the silver braid on the sleeves and waist. And the dress fits as though it was made for me.
I hope whoever made it in the 1970s (and made it very nicely too) wore it a lot and received compliments on her skills and the finished article.
A couple of people said how much they liked my dress today as I was out and about in the sunshine.
I must have been having a good day; I was singing along to the song on the radio in a charity shop, and a man complimented me on that too. I don't claim to be the best singer in the world, but I can hold a tune and usually know the words, so that's something.
(I Second That Emotion by Smokey Robinson and the Miracles, if you're wondering.)
Just saying... It makes me laugh when I pop up on an internet search!
A wander along Abbeydale Road after a coffee in Bragazzi's with Simon was extremely pleasant.
St. Vincent's is a funny charity shop. They moved from tiny premises, where the stock and the pricing were always completely ramshackle (the price on the sticker was usually ignored at the till by some bonkers old biddy who declared it ridiculous and halved it. Which was fine by me.)
When they moved to a larger shop, I was rather sad and imagined it would become a more professional operation, all colour co-ordinated clothing rails and laminate flooring, accompanied by inflated prices.
I'm pleased to report it's just as messy and random as ever, only with space for more stuff.
Striped cotton fabric (for tote bags or cushion covers, when I get round to it) - 50p
1960-70s engine-turned dragon pendant - £1
1960s petticoat - £1.50
1970s tank top - £2
1960s chiffon scarf - 50p
That little lot cost less than the coffees...
I can't resist taking photos of the beautiful Abbeydale Picture House, so elegant against the blue sky, and even our grubby little stretch of the River Sheaf looks lovely.
The resident ducks are happy on it anyway.
1970s homemade dress and 1950s tapestry bag - flea market
Denim jacket, tights, necklace and bangles - charity shopped
Boots - retail (sale)
Sunglasses - vintage shop
Minnie. Minna de Beau-beau. Min Ball. Miniver.
Charlie. Charlie Bubble. Bubble Boy. Charlestonwick.
No one gets away with just one name in this household.
I am variously Big M, Ma Muffin, Big M-da, and The Monkleton.
Occasionally Curtise and Mum.
When I was little, my big sisters called me Hunc. After Hunca Munca.
She wasn't really the role model I had in mind, but it proved a scarily accurate prediction of my future...
Have a great weekend, my dears!