Apparently some people identify their wardrobe needs and shop for garments that will fit in with the clothing that they already own. Not me. I see something, fall in love and, price permitting, buy it regardless of whether I need it or if it has any practical use whatsoever, hence a wardrobe stuffed with marabou trimmed opera coats, feather boas and psychedelic backless sundresses and not a single jumper, woollen scarf or pair of jeans to my name.
Take this nightie. What use is it? I never wear clothes in bed, the only time in my adult life that I've ever worn sleepwear was the week I spent in hospital following my hip replacement. Being 100% nylon it'll spontaneously combust as soon as I look at the wood burning stove, the fabric will snag every time a cat sits on my lap, the sleeves will make household chores nigh on impossible (shame!) and I'd probably scare the neighbours to death when I wheel the bin out.
But so what? Practical be damned! It was on a £3 clearance rail at Moseley Vintage Fair on Sunday and I bloody love it.
You'd think we'd be sick of the sight of vintage clothes - when we're not washing, mending, ironing or selling them then we're out and about, hunting them down. After a tremendously busy trading weekend the rails were looking a tad depleted so we've been out and about, hunting down some replacement stock. We're in Nottingham with Judy's this weekend (details HERE).
We took these photos but whilst catching up with my blog reading I saw that gorgeous Porcelina had also posted a boudoir theme but she's a sexy David Lynch starlet and I'm more Carry On Screaming.
|Wearing: Vintage 1970s English-made nightie, Victorian lead crystal heart pendant, 1960s fake pearl earrings, Barry M Cancun nail paint.|
See you soon.