Girl, Interupted

Try as I might my photo shoots always seem to descend into chaos, if it's not an invasion by a photo-bombing cat or the camera battery going flat then it's the rag and bone man trundling past in his horse and trap, playing his trumpet (I'm not joking, it happens on a twice-daily basis around here).

Take this morning for example, no sooner had I put my bag down to pose for a few shots before heading off into town when we heard someone yelling, "I'll give you something worth photographing,"

Out came our neighbour Ray, wheeling the bin out in his dressing gown and treating us to a flash of his saggy Y-Fronts. It's hard to maintain chronic bitch face under such trying circumstances.

As promised here's one of Sunday's purchases, my lime green paisley print maxi skirt from my sister-in-vintage, Claire. At under a tenner you'll need your head looking at if you still think vintage fairs are over-priced.

...and Saturday's jumble sale buys.

Clockwise from top left: 1950s pure silk blouse (Already re-homed), 1980s St Michael tea dress, two pairs of ladies' gloves, 1970s St Michael safari jacket, 1950s Scottish mohair scarf, 1960s zip-front day dress, Pair of 1970s Poole Pottery egg cups, 1970s Donegal Tweed trilby, Pretty hand-made 1970s midi dress, 1970s cropped wool bolero, embellished kaftan, 1960s ties and a YSL shirt.

Jeannie Jersey, England 1970s psychedelic maxi skirt (Georgia May's Vintage Wardrobe) worn with 1960s cotton velvet pseudo-Victorian jacket by Posh Frocks of England (£1.99, Banardo's), Cerise leather gloves by Dents (25p, car boot sale over 3 years ago), 1960s wool felt hat (£3.50, Birmingham Settlement), Fake Litas (£5, off the market) and a heap of junk jewellery

I'm layered up to the eyeballs under this lot as, yet again, we've got snow flurries and freezing temperatures, when will Spring ever arrive?

See you soon.