Yesterday took us to Bath, one of our favourite places to trade. Business was a welcome return to form and we had an ace, sun-filled day hanging out with some of our favourite vintage sellers and making a few people very happy, including the pink haired girl who was going home and chucking out all her mediocre clothes now she'd found the psychedelic skirt of her dreams and the beautiful blonde who felt like a Bohemian princess in the Quad maxi she bought for her prom.
Catching up with the gorgeous Mim was the icing on the cake. She bought her Horrockses' 1960s midi from us a while back and it fits like it was made for her.
Bath might be brilliant but the steps up to the banqueting room in the Georgian Guildhall are a challenge to say the least. I was quite relieved when our weekly Wetherspoons' date mate cancelled, I don't think my poor aching hip would have got me to the pub and back. We're so knackered that neither of us can face unpacking the stock from the van so, instead, we've bitten the bullet and commissioned a beast of an outbuilding to house our vintage stock from a local shed manufacturer. The parental home won't be around to serve as free storage forever (hopefully) and it would be fantastic to have all our stock within easy reach.
The weather's been gorgeous, perfect for this new-to-me block printed cotton maxi my thoughtful friend, Rosanna, bought from Dorothy Perkins in the 1970s and unearthed recently when she was sorting out her loft.
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| Stuart Weizmann for Russell and Bromley metallic wedges (local chazza, £2.99) |
My sandals got their first outing today. My feet are the last thing to get exposed to the elements. I'm terrified of damaging them, in our job our feet are our fortune! I'm standing on a row of stepping stones I found hidden under the weeds. Shifting them across the garden was one hell of a work out.
I also discovered a couple more chimney pots lurking in the undergrowth, one is planted out with a Home Bargains' fuchsia and the other awaits a car boot sale pot of ivy. I meant to buy some last week but the only plant seller was a hideous perv who pointed me out to his friend and shouted "Look at the body on that" when I bent over to inspect the merchandise. Talk about how not to make a sale.
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| Sunday's work wear: Me-made 1960s curtain maxi, vintage leather top (the much-missed Helga the great), Indian silver Laxmi buckle (Xmas present from Liz), 19th century tribal neck-piece from Karnataka (see HERE), Super shiny hair (Aussie long hair treatment from Home Bargains - I'm very impressed!) |
Loving this weather, as you can see the self-employed sun tan is coming along nicely!
Linking to Patti & the gang for Visible Monday, on time for once.
