Reading the lovely Sarah's post about Glastonbury earlier reminded me that we'll be travelling down Somerset way this time next week. I might be a long-time festival-going chick but I'm rubbish at packing practical stuff and having Gilbert, the VW camper, means I tend to stuff him to the gills with all manner of nonsense.
What I can tell you is that we ALWAYS get stopped and searched by the cops. Sniffer dogs, hair searches, fully body frisks, I've even had my bra investigated...dunno what it is about us that shouts dodgy to the boys in blue....perhaps they're Sex Pistols fans, "Never trust a hippy" and all that.
After spending a festival weekend last year in nothing but the clothes I stood up in I'm not really too fussed about my wardrobe. Cut-off denim shorts are always good, they can be layered with long socks and opaque tights when the evenings get chilly, as can super-short vintage mini dresses.
I cannot exist without a maxi dress (or skirt) but I don't recommend that you wear one that trails behind you unless you want to soak up the contents of the Portaloo like a sponge...mmmmm, nice!
As long as I've got my trademark ethnic jewellery, huge vintage shades, a litre of Kopparberg and some fabulous tunes I'm a happy Vixen.
Today's outfit got me a huge discount in a second-hand shop, some free jeans and an invitation to lunch by rather a cute Indie-boy perusing the vintage vinyl in my local hospice shop!
Psychedelic top courtesy of my antipodean twin sister, Helga
Customised Diesel jeans (Jumble sale), Suede ankle boots (Car boot sale)
Vintage leather Gladstone bag (Jumble Sale)
Ted Lapidus shades (Charity shop)
Scarab pendant (Car Boot sale), ethnic bangles and rings (India and my mother)