Going To A Go-Go

When the postman called round with a huge box from the States addressed to me on Friday I could hardly contain myself, but being a good girl I waited until I'd finished packing the stock into the van before ripping open the packaging.

Man, was it worth the wait! Inside were these incredible 1960s go-go boots which fit like a dream,

The biggest, bastard massive Indian pendant in the world. 

And a whole heap of bangles, including this beauty Vonda had made especially for me.

Vintage Colourful Creations mini dress (Sarah Misfit), Roselle of London fringed suede jerkin (Second to None, Walsall 2009), 1960s leather bag (Age UK, blogger day out in Chesterfield), vintage sunglasses (20p man at the car boot sale)

I wore the jewellery all weekend rattling around Bridgnorth's vintage fair like one of Michael Eavis's Glastonbury cows.

My distinctive clank failed to alert the two women talking about me when I was in a toilet cubicle. I love that Kinky Melon lady one said to the other She doesn't care about what people think and wears anything. Too right, lady. I love a compliment as much as the next person but if nobody ever said a word I'd still dress the same.

Sometimes I have to laugh when I catch sight of myself in a mirror, look at me in micro minis with wall plaques as jewellery. If I didn't know me and saw myself in the street I'd want to be my friend.

Hope you had a bostin' weekend.

Thanks for all your fabulous comments on my last post.
See you soon!