Sweet Charity

I was going to post about my holiday packing progress but left it far too late and the bombsite formerly known as our bedroom was too dark for my ancient digital camera to deal with. Instead I thought I'd show you the vintage green leather jacket I found in a Sue Ryder shop yesterday.

Marked as a size 16 it goes to prove that you should never dismiss something that's not normally your size. I also found Jon a 1950's mohair car coat labelled as a ladies' size 18.

Just the thing to compliment Friday's 1960's crimplene mini dress.

People wonder how I manage to do so well in charity shops. I don't find cool vintage each and every time I visit but for me that's the appeal. It's all about dedicated searching, perseverence and persistence. I can go for ages without a whiff of a decent frock but when I do find something the thrill more than makes up for the weeks I go home empty-handed. 

Vintage dress and jacket worn with a heap of ethnic jewellery bought in India. I'm wearing 40 denier purple opaques with 100 denier grey ones underneath to intensify the colour.

 

I triumphed at last night's Curry-aoke with my rendition of Petula Clark's Downtown. In fact, my friends accused me of secretly practicing as my singing voice is notoriously awful.
It's a quiet night in for us tonight, the fire is lit and I'm making a mushroom and Stilton pasta bake.