Who cares if it's horrid out there? I've had the Easy Rider soundtrack on repeat for most of the day and "If 6 was 9" has to my favourite track of the lot. I adore Jimi Hendrix. I nearly wet myself when I sat under his framed silk shirt in Bangalore's Hard Rock Cafe.
I've had an exciting parcel from a very dear friend today!
Not only a fabulous psychedelic tunic, a crocheted fringed waistcoat, some Kiwi sweeties (already sampled...yummy), a vintage washbag, an embroidered hippy belt and some Bump-its....
....but also this stunning 1970's two-piece, just right for a posh bird like me that loves to lunch with the ladies in Wetherspoons.
A very quick try-out with a Bump-it resulted in rather amazing big hair within seconds, no backcombing or pesky hairgrips required....it might just change my life.
We are attempting to declutter the middle room aka the dump, the vintage suitcases contain my stash of vintage wallpaper and some of my fabric and guitar is Jon's 1970's Eko acoustic, strictly for drunken sing-alongs, the fancy ones are kept under lock and key.
The shoes were £5 from Debenhams and the vintage handbag was from a local charity shop. The somewhat mangy feline is our old lady, Lucy-Jean. She's 19 and recently decided to change her image, restyling her fur into dreadlocks...teenagers, huh?