I am loving all the expressions of sisterhood and solidarity around at the moment.
How fabulous that so many of you subscribe to the view that since we have all get dressed in the morning, let's do it with creativity, style and individuality.
Sarah and Melanie have kicked off an epic adventure, The Travelling Yellow Skirt Freak Show, which has many of us keen to be involved.
There are connections being made, friendships developing, conversations happening, we are sharing our inspirational ideas.
Gifts from blog buddies can be so much more than material objects.
After I got dressed this morning (you know, after the hours of preparation and planning and titivating and effort that goes into this activity every morning...) I realised I was channelling my dear friend and inspirational blogger Vix, and her fabulous description of her own style, Rolling Stones groupie!
I emailed to tell her so.
It's not stealing if you tell, it's homage, darling.
Mmm...
Dreaming dreamy steamy dreams of being in the south of France with Mick and Keith and Gram Parsons et al in 1971...
On the school run, I shared the Look of the Day with the crossing lady, and had 3 people ask me where I was going "looking all posh."
South of France, 1971, hanging with The Stones and Gram, obviously...
Sometimes the blogging gifts are tangible, and that's pretty bloody great too.
Look what arrived in the post from Seattle!
My very own Joni James original!
I am on the hunt for a frame now.
Thank you, Joni, I am more than delighted. I am art!
Here's some photographic evidence of why my clothes are always heavily accessorised by cat hair.
Well, could you resist a cuddle with that ball of fluffy gorgeousness?
Clockhouse patchwork jacket - Ebay
1960s French-made Tricosa maxi skirt - Matlock Antiques Centre
InWear top, 1970s scarf, assorted bangles - charity shopped
Boots - community fair
Belt - retail
1970s felt hat - Chesterfield flea market
Black sparkly bangle - gift from the Goddess Helga
I had a lovely compliment from an elderly lady in a charity shop today. She was looking beautiful and extremely stylish, wearing a funky houndstooth trilby and a smart suit, and she said she liked my jacket. I replied that I thought she looked fabulous, and she told me she was 90 years old, and still enjoying her clothes, having had a lifelong love affair with fashion.
If I can live as long, or thereabouts, and look half as amazing, and have half her joie de vivre, I will be a happy woman.
Rock on, Sisters!
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