For a woman who's managed to avoid all things marriage-related for the best part of forty-seven years, I suppose it's pretty freaky that one of my most favourite ever frocks is this crocheted wedding dress from 1967.
Snaffled from the bottom of a suitcase from a house clearance stall at the car boot sale, it came complete with a flesh-coloured underskirt to preserve the blushing bride's modesty. It's a bitch to wear though, the sleeves catch on everything and it's not unknown for cutlery, coat hangers or biros to get tangled up and trailed around for the best part of the day.
I spotted this 70s crochet skull cap on our charity shop expedition yesterday, it's perfect for hiding my hideous roots which seem to have surfaced overnight. So with a 1" wide blonde parting I won't be modelling the hair bows I've made from scraps of vintage fabric, Indian braid and broken jewellery this week.
I'd better think of a more commercial name than Bastard Massive Hair Bows, I might offend some of the more ladylike visitors when I take them to Sunday's fair. I'm already a vintage outcast for not liking Elvis, '50s repro fashion, Audrey Hepburn or c*pcakes as it is.
The official blog photographer loves taking surreptitious snaps of my arse. Curtise isn't the only person to have trouble with photos, I can't even control the cameraman.
|Vintage wedding dress (£5, car boot sale, 2008), Crochet skull cap (95p, SENSE), Handmade-by-me bag (20p), Wooden beads (Made by gorgeous Spanish Senorita, Tania), Rainbow hoop earrings (Adorable La Dama), Velvet platform boots (£9, Office sale, 2011)|
The bag made from a seat cover brought more charity shop magic yesterday. I'll share my finds once I've laundered, repaired and ironed them all.
See you soon.