I woke up this morning with what could possibly have been the most hideously inflamed eye known to man. What's a Thursday morning car boot sale lovin' girl to do, stay in and feel sorry for herself? Hell, no. Out came some massive sunnies and on went the shortest thing in my wardrobe. As I learnt from having spots in my twenties & thirties, flash some thigh and no-one gives a toss about your face.
It worked, too. Jon got called a "jammy bastard" by a topless, toothless skinhead in tracksuit bottoms selling bootleg porno films.
What did I find? The field was quite empty this morning, yesterday's pseudo-monsoon conditions put most sellers off. These are the bits we're keeping:
As well as being a second-hand shopping, festival-going, bumming around India, type of party animal I also like to save the planet in my spare time.
These offcuts from a couple of 1970s maxi dresses were about to be binned by one of my favourite local charity shops until I stepped in with a token donation to save them from a hellish eternity in landfill.
Ta-Dah! A lurex festival-worthy mini skirt and an angel-sleeved hippy-tastic top, created on the hop last night without using a dressmaking pattern, just pear cider for inspiration. Not too shoddy even if I do say so myself.
|1960s floral playsuit (£5, Vintage village @ Clothes Show, 2011), 1960s suede jerkin (£3, car boot sale), Suede lace-up boots (£1, car boot sale), 1970s turquoise over sized sunglasses (20p, car boot sale)|
See you soon.