And, On The Seventh day, God Created Vintage

I've been hanging around churches a lot recently but don't worry, I'm still the same old living-in-sin, cider swigging, swearing hedonist I've always been.

 Its just that to get into town we have to cut through St Matthew's churchyard, 

Wearing: Levi's shirt & shorts with Spanish 1960s plimsolls (All charity shopped), 1960s Polaroid sunglasses (Car boot sale) and a bag I made from a curtain.

...before negotiating Church Hill, a cobbled access road which has existed since Saxon times.

Lugging our shopping back up this utter bastard of a hill helps keep us fit (probably the reason why Jon's knees are knackered and I've got a hip replacement, too). 

...but its an easier option than these Victorian steps.

We were in church on Saturday, taking Kinky Melon on the road to the Absolutely Vintage, Darling fair at the beautiful St Peter's in the City in Derby.

A new location for Kinky, an hour's drive away from us.

Part of the church dates back over 1000 years.

The nurse in the top right hand corner of the Florence Nightingale Window, rescued from Derby Royal infirmary after it was refurbished, is still alive.

The city was quiet but we didn't do badly takings-wise and would definitely go back. 

Meeting a couple of blog readers who'd made the trip specially to say hello made my day, as well as selling some choice pieces of stock to a couple of vintage virgins.

Wearing: 1970s halter-neck maxi by Jinty's, London (£5, vintage fair), Candy coloured platforms (£5, local retail), Hair flower (Scope, £1)

I didn't get struck down by a thunderbolt for daring to wear a revealing maxi in a church. (Maybe God knows that I'm an atheist.)

Oh look, a line from one of my favourite songs.

I made this maxi dress yesterday whilst watching the Uruguay vs Costa Rica game. Typically, every time I popped into the next room to use the sewing machine I missed a sodding goal. 

It got its maiden outing this morning and survived the encounter intact, although my nerves very nearly didn't. The Post Office had more screaming kids in it than a crèche.

Me-made maxi (made using some 1970s polyester from Helga and a 1974 Style pattern from a car boot sale), Beaded peacock bag (car boot sale, years ago), Lamani gypsy pendant (India), Vintage Ted Lapidus sunglasses (Charity shop, 2010)

Now I've got to decide what the hell I'm going to wear for the National Vintage Awards on Thursday night ...god help me!

See you soon.

Linking to Patti's Visible Monday.