My name's Curtise...
and I have a faux fur addiction.
When I spotted this 1970s St Michael fake fur jacket in a charity shop, my first thought was ooh, I don't have one that colour, quickly followed by a glance at the price tag, a try on, and a brisk walk to the till.
(In my defense, I've just sold one I rarely wore, which clearly created a vacuum. And I intend to sell the mid-length black coat, once I've repaired the lining. Do I protest too much?)
This is the 1970s shirtwaister from my charity shop haul last week.
I'm hoping I remind dear Beate of her chic Granny.
And this dress caught my eye at Sunday's local vintage market.
Of course it did.
It's good to see the Abbeydale Picture House being used; the event was bigger and busier than last year.
Look what Nina persuaded me to buy. An aged one-eared donkey.
She felt sorry for him, and to tell the truth, so did I. Honestly, this will ruin my hard-faced reputation; don't tell anyone.
1970s Jersey Masters dress - charity shopped
1980s boots - Second to None, Walsall
That print and the lovely buttons are clearly Art Deco-inspired, which is so typical of much early/mid 1970s fashion.
1970s English Lady dress - vintage market
Boots - retail
1950s carpet bag and 1960s copper leaf brooch - flea market
Bangles and 1970s stainless steel pendant - charity shopped (although I think Vix might have given me the black and gold bangle... Oh no, I can't remember!)
Leather gloves - retail (sale)
I love all the textures and warm colours; the dress is a fuzzy brushed nylon, it's like wearing a 1970s highly flammable blanket.
Do you think I should shorten it? I'm thinking I will. If I get round to it...
Charity shop day tomorrow (thank you for all your thoughtful comments on my last post), celebrating my mate Sue's birthday with a curry and a quiz, a PTA meeting, my usual stint in school, finishing off the Christmas shopping and knuckling down to writing the cards.
Steady on, I almost sound organised!