So I seem to be having a bit of a thing for purple and florals at the moment.
Here's that old purple cardigan again, this time worn with the fabulous 1980s skirt which the lovely Sacramento sent me in her Jubilee swap parcel.
And purple sparkly tights to brighten up a very dull wet day.
The joys of British summertime...
1980s skirt (swap treasure), vest, cardigan, tights and necklace (charity shopped), boots (Ebay)
This was yesterday's outfit, in which I trolled off to Chesterfield flea market with a car load of lovely women, and where the unheard-of happened. I didn't buy anything. I know. How unlike me.
And this was today's ensemble. It had just started raining again.
I bought this Pied a Terre frock for £3.99 in a charity shop recently, intending to put it on Ebay. But as so often happens, I tried it on and changed my mind! It's got that 80s slouchy batwing thing going on, which I rather like, as long as I add some shape with a belt to guard against the sack-of-spuds look.
I do actually have a pair of Pied a Terre shoes (bought way back when I was working full time, had no kids, lived on my own and my money was mine to do with as I wanted!) I didn't realise they also do a clothing range now, and on checking it out, they have some delightful dresses (take a look) but the cheapest are around the £90 mark, going up to £190. Obviously way out of my league, so I'm pleased with my bargain charity shop buy!
Pied a Terre dress, vintage beads, bangle (charity shopped), floral leggings and boots (Ebay), bead bracelet (dearest Sacramento), belt (retail, sale), huge foxgloves (Nature's bounty)
It's been a quiet night in tonight before tomorrow's shenanigans. Our local Heeley Festival is on in the afternoon, and unless the rain is absolutely torrential, we will go. It's an annual community event and we always support it.
Then Barbara is coming round for a rummage through my vintage rail, she's showing an unhealthy interest in my wig collection and my frilly bloomers, and has demanded to appear on the blog, so who am I to refuse?
After playing dress-up and having some tea, we are off to the pub with a load of raucous women to celebrate my birthday in style (it's actually on Monday.)
I hope I don't end up pulling this face on Sunday, as I recall the previous night's ridiculous drunken behaviour... It has been known. My bet is that I'll just get sloppy-drunk and tell everyone I love them!
Now - whatever shall I wear?
Have a great weekend, my dears!
xxx
