More Is More!

Keep it simple, understated, pared down, neutrals, capsule wardrobes......blah...blah...blah.....give me a break.......where's the fun in self-restraint? Whoever it was that said less is more was obviously mathematically challenged. Any fool will tell you that less isn't more, less is definitely less than more, or it was last time I looked.

Why limit yourself to a single statement piece of jewellery? Don't stop at one when you can wear the whole bastard lot.

Don't tiptoe around colour, dress in it from head to toe. Combining colour with subtle neutrals, sensible earth tones or boring ol' black only dilute the impact and, like a good rum, it deserves to be served up neat.

What's to be scared of? No-one ever died from wearing brights.

Play up either your eyes or your lips. Why not? You've got both, why make a choice?



What's rattled my cage? Just a morning spent mingling with the grey-clad masses and overdosing on glum, fashion-led blogs now my internet's all better.


Jon & I kept telling each other that we must be mad walking into town in this weather, holding on to our hats and grimacing through the driving rain, but I had a funny feeling that the chazza shop gods would smile on us today and it turned out to be well worth battling the elements for this little lot.

Clockwise from top left:
1980s fringed suede jacket - I'd have died to have owned this back in the day, I'd have worn it with black opaques, an arse-skinning Lycra mini, my trusty 16 hole Docs and my spiral perm backcombed to buggery; 1980s Lagenes off-the-shoulder sequin mini - a Brit boutique label I'd often paw over in my teens; Amazing Czechoslovakian-made 1970's oxblood leather thigh boots (sadly in a teeny size 4); Vintage cotton velvet cocktail dress; 1970s dagger collar midi dress by Berketex of Mayfair; Groovy 1960s vinyl shoulder bag; (This was one of last week's finds) An early 1950s taffeta ballgown; Sunnybel Sports 1970s mini skirt

Clockwise from left:
1960s The Keswick leather brogues; Vintage Crombie overcoat; 1960s Moss green English-made overcoat; 1970s leather Chelsea boots, 1970s tan leather Fight Club jacket



I can't take the credit for this find. The mother of all Flamenco dolls was found by Gail, a friend who volunteers in a charity shop in Birmingham. She thought of me as soon as it was donated. Ain't she a beauty?

1960s St Michael top (Titian-haired goddess, Curtise), 1970s Mushroom print maxi (Ella, vintage fair organiser and all round top girl), suede waistcoat (last seen HERE)

Yep, the internet's all better and the BT engineer loved our house, insisting on a full tour  afterwards. He was in awe of the Wall of Misery and posing by it today seemed a far better option than risking life and limb outside.

Happy St Valentine's Day & have a fab weekend.
See you soon, lovers!