Tweed with everything

Fishnets and leopard print...
 
There's a combination which sounds more suitable for a try out at Spearmint Rhino than the school run.

Yet I think I look rather demure.

Must be the tweed effect.

 This Scottish woollen mill was established in 1758 and is still in operation today.

I found this jacket in a charity shop last week.

The style and buttons seem 1950s/early 1960s to me, and it is in really good condition, so I paid a whole tenner for it. I know, pushing the boat out.

I have sold several items on Ebay, so I feel justified. Remember I said I was going to have an autumn clear out?

Gone!

These either didn't fit, didn't suit, or just weren't earning their wardrobe space.

1950s tweed jacket, dress, tights and bangles - charity shopped
Boots - Ebay
Necklace - gift
Victorian micromosaic brooch - charity vintage sale

 

This jacket has a touch of the crime-fighting lady librarian about it (a look discussed here).

Interestingly, that post was a year ago.

There is obviously something about autumn which calls for a Miss Marple-esque jacket - who knew?

Because I like to mix my eras as well as my metaphors, I also wore the jacket like this;

Lady Fanny, Victorian detective...

...ponders the etiquette of crime-busting when one is a woman of gentility.

1970s maxi skirt, 1970s wool hat and 1950s tapestry bag - flea market
Top, necklaces, bangles, belt and brooch - charity shopped
Jacket and ankle boots - as before



The brooch has real dried flowers under a dome which might be lucite or celluloid, set in a silver tone frame with a simple hook fastening.
It has a 1930-40s look about it, I think.

Anyone know?

Speaking of anyone being able to help out;

Lady Fanny is currently involved in some detective work of a rather personal nature.

She has been informed by a lady of her acquaintance that there is a "tradition" in which a couple getting married take the opportunity at some point during their wedding reception to find somewhere private to, err... consummate their marriage.

No, not after the guests have departed, and the couple wend their weary but triumphant way to the marital bed chamber. During the festivities, while their guests partake of the vol-au-vents and drunkenly dance the Macarena.

Can this be true?

Lady Fanny has attended many a nuptial ceremony, and never noticed the bride emerging from a secret location (where? the toilets? outside, round the back of the kitchen by the bins?) with her lipstick smudged and her dress tucked in her knickers, while the groom follows with his flies undone.

But then she is a spinster of this parish and may not be fully cognisant of wedding rituals.

Can anyone shed any light?
Is my lady friend delusional?
(I fear so.)

Needless to say, if the aforementioned personage ever gets round to having a wedding, Lady F will be paying very close attention.

Surveys may follow on the subject of one night stands, and whether or not there is another "tradition" in which couples are obliged to have sex in every room when they move into a new house.

It's been a day of sexual revelations, accompanied by much hilarity.

How's your Tuesday been?

xxxxx