This 1970's frilly top was another vintage treasure reserved for me by the lovely Salvation Army ladies. Somewhat stained and grubby, I gambled £1.25 and it washed up a treat.
This was last evening's choice of outfit. Kicking off with a few pints of pale ale in the pub, a dash to the offie for wine followed by a slap-up Indian feast with Adrian and Liz, just back from a European railway adventure. Travel tales and festival gossip were exchanged until the early hours when I walked back barefoot as my clogs were killing me.
1970's Frilly blouse (Salvation Army), Vintage maxi skirt (Courtesy of my darling Helga), Belt (Age UK ), Psychedelic knitting bag (Car boot sale)
Fellow British blogging lovelies seem to be stressing about transitional clothes. Our British summer might be typically rubbish but as far as I'm concerned it's August and I intend to dress in my seasonal best until my skin turns blue with cold.
There's even more vintage treats from the Salvation Army to share. Just as well really as there's been no car booting this morning as poor Jon's put his back out overdoing the DIY.
|Would you credit it? In all my excitement about the stash of vintage pendants I forget to wear one.|