A Smock & A Tunic(k)

Introducing yesterday's floral smock and silk scarf which I've worn with a 1970's crimped jersey maxi skirt bought for pennies at a jumble sale last year and found lurking in the depths of my wardrobe this morning. The leather and brass eyelet waist belt is stamped Carrs, Australia and was 20p from a car boot sale and the brass jewellery is more of the extensive collection I inherited from my Mum. The brass earrings are hand-crafted and bought from a destitute women's charity in South India.

I do love a vintage man-made fabric. I popped this polyester smock in the washing machine when I got up, hung it to dry next to the woodburner and after my daily session on the Wii Fit it was ready to wear to the supermarket.

A tad overdressed for shopping? Ha! If there's one place you're guaranteed to bump into an ex, an old boss or a long-forgotten schoolfriend then it's Asda on a Sunday afternoon. I'd much prefer them to go back home and say, "That Vix, she's as mad as ever," rather than, "Freaking hell, that one's really let herself go".

I haven't done a close-up for fear of offending anyone of a delicate nature.

Remember the naked photo shoot with Spencer Tunick? Our limited edition photograph arrived with yesterday's post and is now taking pride of place on the mantle piece.

Spencer asked for volunteers at last years' The Big Chill last summer. Seven hundred of us hungover festival goers met at 9am on Sunday, August 8th 2010, stripped off and daubed ourselves (and others) from head to toe in body paint. It was a brilliantly liberating experience and not embarrasing in the slightest, despite the hoards of TV reporters, paparazzi, security guards and bemused festival goers watching from beyond the lake.

The yellow paint didn't half take some scrubbing off, not an easy feat when you're in a communal festival shower.

What with full frontal nudity and my blingy jewellery perhaps I should have called this post, As Bold As Brass.