Lunch Date - What I Wore For Wetherspoons

Victorian, Psychedelic, Indian, Native American, Handmade, Charity Shop, Vintage, African, Birkenstocks, Topknot, Car Boot Sale, Turquoise.....if I did Instagram I'd have worn out the hashtag button. 

I'm dressed for lunch in Walsall's Wetherspoons. Other than a couple of evenings out socialising and some charity shopping the past week has been mainly spent scratting around the garden in a frayed vintage sundress with my hair in a ratty bun. Sitting on the door step yesterday morning with the sun on my shoulders, feet bare & filthy, soil under my fingernails sowing coriander seeds in a salvaged chimney pot I couldn't have been more content. Not that I've got any desire to chuck it all in and live off grid in the countryside any time soon, I'd go mad if I didn't live within walking distance of charity shops, the pub and people.

Anyway, back to the clothes and there's pretty much nothing here you haven't seen before. A skirt I made from a 1960s screen printed curtain from a jumble sale, a charity-shopped antique Horrockses camisole, a traditional Ghanaian leather-bound basket bought from last years' Kaya Festival and a pair of vintage Italian sunglasses the car boot stallholder considered so ridiculous that she only wanted 20p for them.

The shorter of my two turquoise pendants is Native American, hand made in Canada. Along with the copper cuff, engraved with the same design, it was a gift from an old boyfriend to my Mum in the early 1960s after he'd spent a year or so travelling the world. I bought the other pendant for £2 from Age UK last week, the manager had hidden it away under the counter until she next saw me, knowing that I'd love it.

After hobbling around for ages I finally bit the bullet and treated myself to a brand new pair of silver Birkenstocks. I'm not really sure what took me so long. In the year leading up to my first hip replacement I rarely wore anything else although, ten years ago I had to have the left shoe built up at the hospital as my leg was so much shorter than my right (oh, the glamour!)  Being sensible has definitely paid off, I haven't had a twinge of pain in weeks and the orthopaedic surgeon is happy to put off surgery until next year. Hooray!

I was going to post this yesterday but what started out as a lunch date ended up with us staggering out of 'Spoons at 11pm. Today I'm back to the ratty bun and frayed sundress, there's a weed-strewn border and a packet of rocket that won't plant itself.

See you soon!