The Way We Wore

My idea of "menopausal dressing" would involve elasticated polyester slacks, orthopaedic shoes and a fleece, but if the fashion bloggers say it's wearing hot pink, then who am I to argue?

Photo courtesy of Emma Charlotte Makes

My workwear got a rip-roaring reception from both stallholders and customers alike at Saturday's vintage fair. I couldn't give a toss about being youthful, been there, done that, had the bad skin & the angst and now it's someone else's turn. As long as I'm happy, who gives a toss if I look my age? Not me, that's for sure.

My outfit was provided by my dear blogging pals. The California-made maxi was from the beautiful & talented Jean, the recycled juice wrapper bangle from fabulously funky Senora Alnutt and the neon wig was my choice of Wonderland Wig from a competition Helen ran on her Mancunian Vintage blog.

1970s safari jacket (Age UK), French wool cap (bought 16 years ago), Carrot leg skinnies (Compton Hospice), R Soles snakeskin boots (eBay).

A man driving past Saturday's venue spotted Jon having a smoke outside and, accompanied by his wife, made a diversion to find him as he loved his style. He came away with a groovy 1970s green velvet smoking jacket Jon suggested would suit him.

Look at this tremendously stylish couple who paid us a visit over the weekend, they're Ros Jana's parents. It's obvious where she gets her beauty from.

The tea room was run by the ladies who sold me the groovy 1960s swimsuit last month and was incredible - and that's from a woman who doesn't "do" sweets. Not a naff c** cake in sight.

Angela Gore, London maxi dress (Judith and Bertha Vintage)

I sold lots but did I buy? Hell, yes. I spotted a twin to THIS dress poking from a clothes rail two pitches away and rushed over like a woman demented for a closer look, discovering that it was not only maxi length but two sizes smaller than my bit-on-the-big-side Baklash one. It belonged to the seller's Grandma, a former mayoress. It was one of her favourite evening dresses for official dos in the late 1960s.

It got its first official outing today, not a glam dinner dance but a mission to collect a couple of bizarre vintage items in Peaky Blinders country I'd won on eBay over the weekend.
(I'll share them later this week once I've scrubbed them down).

You're not mistaken, we did do two vintage fairs this weekend but, being the premenstrual dimwit I can be, I left the camera battery at home in the charger. You'll just have to believe that our pitch looked great and that I didn't wear beige, sportswear or a wolf fleece.

There's another vintage fair at Newhampton Arts Centre in Wolverhampton this weekend, looks like this week will be spent finding some more stock, it's a hard life.

See you soon!