Skullcaps And Shenanigans

A lady was examining this beaded skull cap at Saturday morning's car boot telling me how it would make a great addition to a little girl's dressing-up box. Little girl? Pah! You're never too old for a dressing-up box. I hovered around until she put in back in the 10p box and immediately snaffled it for myself.

Faul pearl skullcap worn with 1970's-era crimplene maxi (my darling Sarah Misfit), floral silk halter top (the divine Ivy Black), 1950's gilt brooch (50p, car boot sale), vintage knitted bag (20p, car boot sale), assorted second-hand brass and wood bangles and rings.

Here's a few pictures from Saturday night when we went to Liz and Adrian's for dinner. Adrian was so busy in the kitchen I never took a photo of him, how rude!

Homemade hummus topped with toasted seeds, fresh coriander and flour tortillas.

We vegetarians had roast vegetables with barbecued Halloumi cheese, paprika couscous and a spiced chickpea and tomato stew. The carnivores also had barbecued lamb and posh sausages.

Me anxiously awaiting permission to tuck in.

Our mates Darren and Cheryl. When it's the school holidays Cheryl's my partner in crime for days of charity shopping and Wetherspoon's lunches.

Liz (in a rather fabulous Warehouse maxi dress) and me (in a tribal print maxi courtesy of the beautiful Sarah Misfit). I'd eaten almost an entire block of Blackstick's cheese to myself by this point and was ready to explode.

Jon (charity-shopped western shirt and a woven wristband from a temple in Mysore, Karnataka) with his customised Babybel rind ear jewellery

Chickpea deliciousness.

No night's complete without the loan of my vintage Party Tree. Saturday's was decorated with Adrian and Liz's homemade and homegrown pickled tomatoes and walnuts, fresh green chillies and assorted olives...it was stripped bare within minutes.

I've eaten so much over the last three days that I'm going to have to do double my usual exercise or I'll be capsizing a barge at next weekend's canal boat festival.