Flares On A Friday

These long dark winter nights have helped me recover my sewing mojo and I'm stitching like a woman possessed. I found this piece of vintage red wool at a jumble sale months ago and it seemed a crime not to make it into some more kick-ass bell bottom pants.

How good does it feel to have something you've made with your own fair hand stroked and admired by strangers? At least, I think it was my trousers they were admiring.

There's blue stitching running through the fabric but you can't really see it in here. The fennel's gone a bit wild, hasn't it?

The beautiful Sarah Misfit sent me this 1970s Cabaret shirt a while ago, the red perspex necklace was 50p from a charity shop.

My friend Louise wanted to see some pictures of my Grandma as they shared the birth date of October 2nd (the same as Gandhi).

My Grandma (right) with my Great-Grandmother (left) and Great Auntie Maud,(centre) circa 1936

My beautiful late Grandma always stressed the importance of investing in the best quality winter coat you could afford. She loved charity shopping and preferred spending her money on top quality second-hand than a shoddy high street equivalent.

This 1960s Hokia Modell Finnish-made wool coat was 20p from a jumble sale and it's the fourth winter I've owned it. 

I'm off to the pub tonight and we've a mega Guy Fawkes bonfire party round at Liz and Adrian's tomorrow night to look forward to. I pity my poor head come Sunday morning.

Have a brilliant weekend, my lovelies.
xxx