Whilst wandering around the weekly flea market earlier one of the stallholders called us over to show me a dress he'd put aside. As I looked it over an elderly lady in a white bobble hat & fleece decorated with prancing horses barked, Give that dress to me, I want it, what size is it?
"It's a 20." I answered. "Well, that's my size not yours, it would look awful on you, you're far too thin!" rasped the charming old bat. "Tough, I saw it first!" I said, handing my cash over & flouncing off before she had a chance to run me over with her tartan shopping trolley.
The trials and tribulations of buying second-hand. You need a thick skin to deal with those crazed pensioners.
The dress that caused a near punch-up. Isn't it a beauty? Somehow I don't think wearing it with a fleece and a shopping trolley would do it justice.
Here's something my scrawny old body can fit into.
A gorgeous turquoise paisley print maxi dress sent all the way from New Zealand by those sweet Squirrels, Vanessa and Warren currently on an epic road trip in dear Basil, their trusty bus.
They didn't forget Jon either, these pennants are already taking pride of place on Gilbert's windscreen. Thanks, you pair of darlings!
|1970s Tricel catsuit (99p, eBay), Turquoise leather coat (The lovely Lucy Nation), 1970s rainbow suede hipster belt (50p, car boot sale), Beaded panda bag & 1960s grey Dolcis knee high leather boots (Both from the PDSA charity shop)|
Can my nerves take a visit to the car boot sale tomorrow? Just you try and stop me!
See you soon.