Fifties fashion? Never wear it. Well except for trips to Asda and roaming the forest, obviously.
Wearing feminine nipped-in waistlines, full skirts and the demure midi length makes me feel such a fraud. I'm clumsy, noisy and stomp around in a way that belies my size but the space-age shoulders and sparkly lamé fabric have meant that I've held on to this jumble sale dress for longer than I intended.
The weather was so windy yesterday I quiffed and sprayed my hair to oblivion to save being blinded by a stray lock and this frock seemed like the perfect accompaniment.
Worn with my trademark neon brights , clumpy platform heels and a pile of bastard jewellery I definitely felt more Vix than a clean-cut 1950s housewife.
|Those of a nervous disposition look away now - freaky arm alert.|
We're trading at two vintage fairs (HERE and HERE) this weekend. This was the photo shoot I blogged about doing. Despite being locked out of the venue, Sunday's relentless wind & wind, having to scale a couple of fences and getting lost in the wilds of the Staffordshire countryside they didn't turn out too badly.
I'm linking me and my vintage gang to Patti's Visible Monday.
|1950s cocktail dress (jumble sale, 2012) worn with Urban Outfitters belt (present from Liz), a stack of bright jewellery (Including gifts from bloggin' babes Sarah Misfit, Tania, Krista & Helga), £5 candy platforms and a hair flower made by me.|
Our weekend was busy but brilliant, hope yours was too. We even managed to get to our first car boot sale of 2013. I'll share my bag of swag with you later!
See you soon.