I don't know how things work in your friendships, but for me, it's generally a sign that a relationship is secure and well-established when you feel free to tease, reprimand or otherwise challenge a friend.
Since you all gave me a right old telling-off for my use of the D word, I feel that we are proper mates now - not got-to-be-polite-on-our-best-behaviour acquaintances, but real down'n'dirty truth-telling friends. You did make me smile!
To prove I listen to you, I have worn brown again today. And I feel neither drab nor dowdy, thank you.
I tip my hat to all you fabulous ladies who gave me a kick up the arse. In a loving way, of course.
I had a successful, if cold, morning at Chesterfield flea market today. I bought possibly my most unusual vintage find to date.
Just look at that! A stunning 1960s hand made velvet maxi coat. It was marked at £10 but because I bought a couple of dresses with it, the stall holder reduced the price to £7. Well, £6.66 actually, if we're being pedantic. I nearly fell over with delight.
Praying to the vintage gods does work after all.
Charley, are you taking the piss? Or having a piss?
I tried on a maxi coat in mustard velvet in an antique shop in Matlock last year (see it here) but rather regretfully left it there as it was a bit pricey. But I wasn't leaving this baby behind! Where oh where will I wear this coat? I have no idea but as my Kerala-lovin' friend Vix's Grandma used to say, buy it and the occasion will present itself.
*Vix is responsible for this typically forthright challenge to my last post. Welcome home, Gorgeous!
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