I bet nobody ever lay on their death bed wishing they'd worn a longer skirt, I'm damned sure I won't!
In the bad old days before I discovered the wonder of blogs I frequented a forum where women endlessly posted links to clothes they'd seen on various retail websites and pondered the question, "Am I too old to wear this?" Invariably it was a dress than revealed the knee and the poster was usually the age of a foetus (or at least young enough for me to have given birth to).
If someone mentioned that they were older than 30, had a half-decent pair of legs and quite fancied something short they were told, "Just because you can doesn't mean you should", trot out some god-awful Coco Chanel quote such as, "Less is More" or sneak the truly dreadful "Mutton dressed as lamb" into the argument.
Here's a quote for you, To dress modestly is to die a slow death, I've no idea where it came from, I think I've just made it up.
When I went charity shopping dressed as a 1960s go-go dancer earlier today, my only regret was that I should have worn my thermal vest, even with a fake fur coat on top I was bloody freezing.
A parcel from the fabulous Gayle containing this 1960s fringed tunic (along with this gorgeous retro card) arrived this morning and I just had to wear it straight away. She suggested the tunic would look good with bell bottoms but being such a short arse I tried it on, it covered my knickers so out I went.
My mate, Em, sent me this book about the seven Garman sisters, muses with a Walsall connection. I've been dying to read it forever and I can't finish my le Carré fast enough.
|Martin Berens, Tall Fashions of California tunic worn with Shubette of London fringed waistcoat (part of a 1960s go-go suit, seen HERE), wolf choker (50p, car boot sale) and 1960s suede go-go boots (seen HERE)|
Look at me, it's Wednesday, I've been alcohol-free since Saturday night and I'm hovering around the bar like a woman possessed. There's a fresh bottle of rum with my name all over it, cheers!
See you soon.