Dowdy, my arse!*

You lot make me laugh, you know.

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 defy anyone to feel anything other than delicious (a much better D word) in bright red and leopard print!

          I tip my hat to all you fabulous ladies who gave me a kick up the arse. In a loving way, of course.

Wool/cashmere blend cardigan and cotton skirt (20p each, jumble sale), leopard print blouse, belt, tights, bangles (charity shops), boots and leopard print trilby (Ebay)



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.

                                                                        Beautiful blue lining.

                                                 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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In which I have listened and learned

Thank you for your suggestions for reducing the frump factor in my nautical outfit.

I knew you ladies of style and substance would have some words of wisdom for me!

I would love a red beret set at a jaunty angle - but I don't have one. Nor a red cardi or jacket.

But I've added a little brooch, tucked in the end of the belt, unearthed some red tights, and lightened the trotters with white T-bars.

And I have turned up the hem of the skirt by about an inch, only pinned as yet, might take it up a bit more yet.

I feel better. Can you tell?

It's not odd that I dressed up again in the same outfit, but with your suggested adaptatons, is it?
I knew you'd understand.

This is what I really wore today.

 1970s Lerose maxi dress (Ebay), InWear mohair wrap cardigan (flea market), Jones boots (Ebay), Jennie's necklace (again), beaded charm bracelet (birthday gift)


The dress was too big on the top (not a problem I often encounter) so I took it in, but very shoddily, hence it can only be worn with something over the top. I told you I was slapdash.

Look, I'm showing you my skirt, right, and if you don't like it, I'll have this face like a slapped arse for the rest of the day.

                                                            Twirly whirly. 

I love how you darlings are full of ideas and constructive styling advice. I trust your judgment, and I will doubtless be calling on your expertise again.

Who needs Trinny, Susannah, Gok or anyone else when you've got the blogging community to help?


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