Despite me despairing over how too many women fear colour sometimes it can work to my advantage.
Take my new dress, for instance. This 1950s beauty had been in the window of one of my local charity shops for over a week without a smidgeon of interest, that is until I snapped it up this morning.
It's raw silk, there's not a single bead or stitch missing and it's got a fancy label. We Midlanders may be a long way from London but a Mayfair label has to be something special.
The market sells New Look seconds for more than the price the shop was asking. I can only think that the almost-neon shade scared the bejesus out of them - Vix Pink, as my mates call it, after my beloved Barry M lipstick.
As you know, I'm not generally a fan of fifties fashion but I couldn't resist trying it on and guess what? It fits like it was made for me. I feel like a vintage Bollywood starlet, ready to burst into a song at any opportunity.
In my world all good dresses have to be worn immediately even for the most mundane of purposes....making a shopping list,
Sorting out the larder
Making a dentist appointment
Planning our next party.
|Marjon Couture dress cocktail dress worn with 1970s Ravel platforms (£4.50, Cancer UK, 2011) and 1960s pearl earrings (inherited from Mum)|
Who said Friday 13th was unlucky?
Have a fantastic weekend.