It's been a quiet sort of Bank Holiday weekend, which is fine by me.
Saturday saw a trip to my lovely hairdresser, a charity shop rummage, and a recce of Sheffield's city centre vintage emporia for an upcoming blogger meet-up!
The Spring sunshine had me craving new sandals, but the charity shop gods provided instead.
1960s dress - Ebay
1960s slip (underneath), hat, and Jones the Bootmaker sandals - charity shopped
Sunglasses - retail (old)
I love the lightweight (see-through) gauzy cotton of this frock.
It had been, according to its former owner's Ebay listing, a happy dress. I can believe it.
The daisy print and hippy goodness of it compensate for the straight-laced navy.
White pendant necklace - gift from Leisa
Silver branch necklace - won in Patti's giveaway
Cuff and rings - charity shopped
So this outfit is topped and tailed with red; I do like my hair when it's freshly coloured.
There goes Jess, she's camouflaged against the pebbles and wood.
She and Charlie were rolling around in tandem. Jess stalked off when he had the temerity to pat her head.
Don't mess with The Queen.
Min knows better than to get involved.
And in the spirit of a rambling, miscellaneous sort of post, here's an old pic of me from 1986/7.
I've been having a look through my old photo albums; the pics are generally dreadfully murky, but they do make me smile.
I don't subscribe to the view that we should laugh at our former selves and our previous sartorial choices. It was fine at the time, and we looked great, whatever the cut of our trousers or the style of our hair. Look back in kindness, I say, that's a version of us which went on to become the current us; why mock?
That was my bedroom in a shared rented house where I lived between 1984 and 1988.
Ash tray and fags on the side, along with my record deck and the obligatory Pre-Raphaelite posters and cards on the wall. Ahh, the memories!
Linking to Patti's gathering of friends for Visible Monday.
It's a fabulous place to celebrate who we are now, whatever our age or style!