Black and midi length, probably not what immediately springs to mind when you picture the contents of my wardrobe.
On a mission to replenish our stockroom I caught a glimpse of a psychedelic print on the clearance rail of a local chazza this morning.
Novelty prints have dominated the high street shops for years but those twee fox/cat/swan/owl prints don't compare to a fuck-off psychedelic peacock and an couple of shamans sporting facial tattoos. Only in the 1970s!
It might be a length slightly out of my comfort zone but at a quid I'm prepared to give it a whirl, at least it shows off my original red leather platform boots, a maxi would hide them and that would be a crime. The only thing I don't like about it is that its been washed in that tropical flowers on steroids washing powder so many people seem obsessed with (I think I prefer fag smoke and BO to that horrific pong). Luckily Jon's finally fitted a sink in the utility room and a swift half-an-hour soak in soda crystals should do the trick.
What do you reckon?
The Belfast sink was found in the garden and the brass taps & Edwardian washstand tiles both came from car boot sales. Jon made the frame from old pallets from the wood store and I knocked up the curtain using a stick from the shed, brass cup hooks and a piece of barkcloth from the 25p basket in a charity shop. The whole thing cost less than £20.
|WEARING: 1970s midi skirt with a fringed body suit (£1.49, charity shop), Indian tribal pendant (£2, car boot sale), original red leather platforms (£15, vintage fair)|
We don't have to be at work until Sunday so tonight we're treating ourselves to home made pizza, Lidl white rum and a mega catch-up of the BBC's India season, which might lead to booking a flight very soon!