There's talk in certain quarters of the internet that women over a certain age need to keep their arms covered. Do I look like I care?
My lipstick isn't seasonal, my dress was last in fashion over 40 years ago and I'm not even wearing a bra, so shoot me.
It's the Twenty-First Century people. Wear (or don't wear) what the feck you like. Like Helga the great says,"Just because I'm over 40 doesn't mean I'm over".
(Expect lots more crabbiness as winter sets in, my arthritic joint pain makes me evil.)
|1960s plastic earrings (50p, car boot sale)|
|Great-Great-grandma's coat button made into a pendant|
Did I mention a jumble sale? The pickings were slim but pretty tasty on Friday night.
Edward Gaffin of Hong Kong, 1960s Baker Boy cap. It's large, it's fits my massive head, I love it.
Spending the day with creepy doll lovers, Em & Clare rubbed off. I couldn't resist these 1960s twins but the evil duo aren't staying, they'll be at my next vintage fair, they scare me.
Retro Gaynights bed linen. This is for cutting up, I'm a freak, I'll only eat off white crockery & sleep between plain white sheets.
Groovy 1971 pattern in the perfect size. I'm thinking that blouse might be my next project.
|1970s sexy lady midi dress (the fantabularse Curtise), Original green suede platforms (PDSA charity shop)|
I'm linking to Patti's Visible Monday. Hope you've had a fantastic weekend.
See you soon.