Showing posts with label clothes maketh the woman. Show all posts
Showing posts with label clothes maketh the woman. Show all posts

Saturday, 4 November 2017

Gingham, Granny Squares and Twin Peaks Shenanigans


I'm rather rubbish at this blogging lark, but I get there eventually.

I am also rubbish at staying in my shoes. My feet appear to have shrunk as now I can't walk two paces without falling out of my shoes. I actually stepped out of my shoe in Waitrose the other day, leaving it behind. 
You can just call me Cinderella.


And also rather rubbish at remembering to put my hair scarf in for photos!
 Andy was bewildered when I got in the car the other day with no earrings in, and no hair scarf. Apparently I didn't look like me.
In my defense, I wasn't feeling well and I forgot.


Victorian jet beads, once upon a time destined for the bin until I saved them.
I had to restring them.


One of my favourite tops, which always seems to look messy in photos, which I suppose makes it messy in real life too. 
It's old, and the elastic is going, so it sits in awkward ways.
And look, mid photos, I put my scarf in!


This skirt is one of my older makes. It annoys me that gingham is synonymous with school uniforms in this country, as I love it so.
 I have been subjected to sarcastic comments from parents over the years. "Oh," they say with a sugary smile, "got your school uniform on have you?"
"Oh," I feel like replying, as I eye their sports gear, "forgot to get dressed today did you?"


Anyway, in other news, my crochet throw is almost finished! 
This is part of it.


And the Twin Peaks part of this post? I am crocheting a Twin Peaks inspired bag. 
As you do, if you're me.

I hope you had a wonderful Halloween if you like that sort of thing. We stayed at home, popped Wilf in the window all lit up, ate homemade pumpkin pie and watched the original Halloween film. Then as there were no Trick or Treaters, we ate some of the fun sized Malteasers we'd got in, just in case.

This is Wilf in case you haven't met him before.

* * *

What I Wore:

Black vintage hair scarf - gift
Black jet beads - saved from the bin
Black peasant top - retail, years ago
Gingham skirt  - made by me
Shoes - charity shop

Monday, 23 October 2017

Why Not?

The Folly Bird is six years old today! I have 'met' some lovely people in my six years here at blogger, so happy birthday to me!


In other news, I recently saw a man riding a Penny Farthing. He was dressed the part too. As he passed me by, I thought: "Why not?" because, well, why not?

Last week we were at a National Trust property. As we entered the gift shop, I heard someone say, "Oh ... teapots." As I was wearing this dress, I knew they were talking about me:



Instinctively I turned and got into a conversation with the woman working the till. She told me a woman who used to work there would have loved my dress, quickly adding that she did too. She then started on about that was how women used to dress, "But," she added, "you're just going for a walk!" I commented that I must stand out from the usual NT visitors, to which another woman working the till nodded her absolute agreement. I had already that day been asked by another visitor if I was there for a film set! A little part of me wanted to say, "I'm visiting Anne Messel's home, I thought I had better dress up." but didn't, as that wasn't strictly true, I was simply dressed. Our friend Carol once said to me that her mother brought her up to always remember that when she went out, other people had to look at her, so to always look her best.

The conversation culminated in her asking me if I had made my dress myself, to which I replied I had. She then threw me completely and asked, "Why did you choose that fabric? Because it is quirky". Initially, I was thinking, "Why not chose teapot fabric?" but as she was looking at me for an answer, I started rambling about originally wanting border print fabric, but when they had none, looked for an alternate choice and stumbled across this. "And as I love tea," I continued, tailing off, as frankly, I didn't know what else to say.

So that was a first for me, having my fabric choices questioned! Has this ever happened to you? Have you ever been asked why in relation to your outfit?



Thursday, 21 September 2017

The Goodwood Revival Refugee Round Up

The Refugee Part

My glasses the day I got them

My glasses lenses have a special coating on them, which has started to deteriorate (I have had them for five years now), so, off we went to Chichester so I could have my eyes tested again so I could get new lenses. Andy dropped me off, as I was having terrible shoe problems and went to park the car. (the shoes further down in this post murdered my feet and I was wearing heels for the first time since Spring). I did peruse the other frames, but there were none as nice as my current frames, so I'm just having them re-glazed.
Oh! There were cute knitted toys in the waiting area! I loved this tiger ...



I also saw a flamingo, but was about to take a picture, when they called me for my appointment. You can just see its head.
Then after mooching around HMV, Andy went back for the car and collected me. As he pulled up to the kerb to find me loitering outside a hotel, he said I looked like a refugee from the Goodwood Revival, hehe! Goodwood is as near as dammit to Chichester, so I get a lot of people asking me if I go to, or am going, to the Revival when I'm there! I was getting a lot of stares, but maybe that's to do with a little something I was wearing, which may have been a What Katie Did bullet bra! But the same refugee thought had crossed my mind, I thought myself that I looked like I had been left behind from the previous weekend! It's a shame that tickets to the Revival are so pricey, as I'd love to go again.

The Music Part
I have long overdue new music! Ritchie Valens (so good), Buddy Holly (four early albums) and Dion & the Belmonts (ridiculously good. Honestly, I cannot express just how much I love this album. Dion has an incredible voice) and a late fifties, early sixties R&B compilation..



The Furry Part
Yesterday we went to see Luke, the drummer in Andy's band, because he has new kittens! Sixteen week old Abyssinian kittens to be precise! Ra and Sep (or Seph or indeed Seth). I was prepared for cuteness, but not MEGA big eared kitteh cuteness. For goodness sake, when handed Ra, he climbed up on my shoulder and settled down for a nap there! He was purring away, with his soft fur brushing my cheek. Then he turned and nestled his face up to mine and I could feel his soft ears. Awww, he was so cute! He stayed there napping for the longest time. Luke said that they were very dog like, in that they would jump up at you for attention, which I was a little sceptical about, until downstairs, I felt a tugging on my petticoat and looked down to see Sep pawing at my skirts, so I scooped him up for a cuddle. A little later, while Andy and Luke were preoccupied with GarageBand on Luke's iPad, I crouched down to play with the kittens and Sep vanished under my skirts and was having a whale of a time scooting around in amongst my petticoats! When they were locked in the bathroom briefly, the yowling was heart wrenching and I looked down to see little paws poking out underneath the door, so of course, who doesn't want to play with kitten paws? I reached down and stroked their perfect little paws and to my delight, they started purring! And the oddest thing is, they were patting my fingers with their paws, but there were no claws involved at all they were so gentle. I can tell you something, it was hard to leave them! 

The Charity Shop Part


I wanted soup cups and lo I found them with no effort on my part! I love it when a plan I have put no effort into comes together. On my return from a dentist appointment, I wandered into the new charity shop in town and came wandering back out with six of these! I knew I would have hankered after them had I left them behind. It's a shame I couldn't bring the kidney shaped dressing table home with me too. Odd how the two things I have been most vocal about of late turned up in the same charity shop.

The Sad, Feathered Part
Later in the day yesterday, on the way to see Meirionwen, we passed through a village and saw a wood pigeon just sat on the pavement. I looked back as we passed, concerned and saw a cyclist on the pavement go by and just look at it and it didn't move. I know pigeons are prone to just sitting there and not moving until you're right up to them, but this one didn't move, and I just knew something was amiss. This was at 6pm and we knew that in an hour and a half or so, it was going to start getting dark and if it didn't move, then it was easy prey for a fox and prior to that, prey to cats or dogs. So, Andy turned round and we got the carrier we always have in the car for these reasons out of the boot and Andy popped the pigeon inside. It was too late to go to the bird hospital, so we decided to take it home, give it food, warmth and shelter and go to the bird hospital first thing, but sadly, as we got to Meirionwen, the poor thing died. Andy's going to bury it today.

The eBay Part
I found this vintage iris glass necklace for only a little more than I paid for the matching earrings. It was a snip at £5.99.


The earrings were £3 in an antique shop in town and purchased years ago now. So, so pretty. Now I need a matching brooch and bracelet.


The Gift Part
Speaking of brooches, my pen pal Emily sent me these pretty brooches. Sorry about the poor picture quality.




And dear Kezzie sent me this flamingo brooch and a key ring which I forgot to take a picture of.



And my friend Tara sent me flamingo ribbon!




The New Things Part
Shoes.


I wore these around the house and on short haul trips and they were fine. Then the day I went just a smidge further, the awful things tore my heels to shreds! I put heel grips in and they seemed marginally better, but then started acting up again. Of course, they chose their moment to really get revenge on me for wearing them. I had to take Bob to the vet and my the time I got there, my feet were bleeding and I had blisters on my toes. It was a half an hour limp home, when in should have taken half that time, in which I attracted much attention. I mentioned this to Andy, with a sense of why, who said, "Fifties woman, limping, with a rabbit ... why do you think they were staring?"
And there is of course the bullet bra, but I'll do a whole post on that soon.

And that's that! We're off to Polesden Lacey tomorrow, to see the house properly, before they close up for winter cleaning!




Monday, 17 July 2017

Kelly Ann and Pennywise

Did you miss me? Andy's been on holiday so I purposely stayed off line for
my own little holiday. 

For now, a quick outfit post which I forgot to post before Andy finished work. The place is in chaos and I want to get it back in order before I can even think about putting together new posts and reading blogs. 

* * *

Andy's choice on this day, Lindy Bop's 'Kelly Ann'.
I am so annoyed as either I have, ahem, increased in size up top, or this dress has shrunk.
Either way, it's definitely shorter than when I last wore it, a year ago (whoops!). 

Compare, contrast.
This year ...


Last year.
I added the broderie anglais trim to the hem, to make it this long as it was of course, too short, and now, although it fits well everywhere else, it feels too tight across my bust and is obviously much shorter.


Back to this year.
See!


It is a pretty dress though, this is more typically the sort of dress I'd choose for myself, if I wasn't taking Andy's advice and jumping out of my comfort zone print and colour wise.


Pink and white chiffon hair scarves - charity shop and gift
Metal flower earrings - Accessorize
Dress- Lindy Bop 'Kelly Ann'
Petticoat - eBay
Shoes - retail





So, the past fortnight has seen lots of day trips which I'm looking forward to writing about here and I picked up a long neglected book to read ... Stephen King's 'It'. You may recall, I purchased this as my October read last year, but I always have difficulties with King's novels. Initially they are hard for me to get into and then suddenly, I am hooked and can't put them down and wade through huge swathes of the book in one sitting.

Short story:
This year there is a new adaptation of 'It' and the child actors were warned about how scary Pennywise was, as they weren't to see him until they were on set, so there would be a true sense of terror stemming from their first encounter. They insisted they were professionals and it would all be okay ... until they saw him that is and they were all terrified!

2017 Pennywise Vs 1990 Pennywise
Who's scarier?

Likewise, I was pre-warned that if I wasn't scared of clowns before reading 'It', I would be after and much like the child actors, I pooh-poohed this as it was only a book. Wrong! I am now starting to get a little spooked by clowns. Also, Andy said to me the other day while in the kitchen, "There's a balloon out here" and instead of thinking, "Oh, hot air balloon", which it was, I was automatically thinking of Pennywise and his red balloons. So that's clowns and balloons. Thank you Mr King, I very much appreciate it!

But for now, onward to domesticity! The bed is covered (no exaggeration) in clothes to be ironed, which I chose to ignore as it was my holiday too and I also got diagnosed with BPPV (Benign paroxysmal positional vertigo) which on top of my permanent lack of balance and daily dizziness, has been enormous fun (she said sarcastically). So, I didn't really want to be stood at an ironing board in hot weather, with the sensation that someone was pushing me over.

So, I'm off, bye bye lovelies!

Friday, 30 June 2017

Lana's Back


I chose my own dress this day!
This is another of my Lindy Bop 'Lana' dresses and is my current favourite, it's just so pretty.
Andy thinks it looks Christmassy with it's red, white and green floral print.
It also would be perfect for a trip to Wales, or to just accompany Meirionwen somewhere, but maybe that's just too subtle a Welsh reference?


So far I have shown you four of my 'Lana's'. My turquoise and leopard ones feel not so full in the skirt and are a little shorter, while this and the green one are longer and both feel a little looser in the bodice with the skirts looking and feeling far more voluminous and this one has pockets.


I have also had my hair cut and dyed. Crikey, it's short!
It isn't clipped up in any way at all here, this is it worn loose!


I wanted my hair to grow long for so many years, I wanted to be a pre-Raphaelite type with hair down to my waist, but being that it's naturally curly, it just wouldn't do so, not for me anyway. Before I took the plunge back in 2015, see here for what it was like before I let Guy, my stylist, touch it, mine's the colour photo by the way ;) it did actually reach past my shoulder blades, but the curl pulled it up. It flat refused to look any longer than it did in that photo and always, always looked shorter at the back, which is just odd, so I always wore it up.

I took the plunge and got Guy, curl expert extraordinaire, to do his magic and have been going to him ever since for this graduated bob. Finding a stylist you trust when you have curly hair is like finding the Holy Grail. I love my hair shorter anyway. So it won't grow to my waist, but it looks lovely short I think.

It was also looking washed out, so Andy dyed it for me, so now it looks a lot better, but although Andy doesn't mind some red, he prefers my hair darker. As does Guy. I may be alone in my red hair love.


But back to the clothes and what not.


I tried turning my belt round, to see what it would look like.
Metal clasp on my spine.
Mmmm, comfy.


Red and green chiffon hair scarves - vintage, nan me down and a gift
White metal flower earrings - Accessorize
Jade necklace - me made
Dress - 'Lana' Lindy Bop
Belt - Hell Bunny
Petticoat - eBay
Jade and Haematite Bracelet - me made
Shoes - retail

And in closing, here's a car up at Meirionwen's place.
I believe, because it's outside, that it may be on its way to being restored, or turned into a hot-rod, as many of Meirionwen's Gang are in this sort of state, living there in storage until they're required for a customer.




Thursday, 22 June 2017

Whole Lottie Love


I've been letting Andy choose my outfits again.
This time he chose 'Lottie', also from Lindy Bop.

I hadn't worn this since I got it last year, even though it was the dress I was most looking forward to arriving, and consequently the one I was most concerned about not turning up, knowing first hand about Lindy Bop and their overselling shenanigans.

The reason I hadn't worn it was because I didn't realise the fabric would look quite so evening-esque (it even rustles like taffeta), and I really don't go anywhere even remotely dressy, but when you let your husband pick your clothes, you end up wearing such dresses to National Trust properties.


Sunday dawned bright and hot and we were going back to Mottisfont Abbey, a place last visited on January 2nd, and we, okay, I thought it was high time to experience it in summer.
But I digress.


This dress is wonderfully floaty, but is made from polyester, so I was a bit concerned that I might overheat with temperatures predicted to be high. I was already melting come 9am, stood in the kitchen which frequently reaches the mid 90's, while ironing Andy's shirt for him.

I purposely only wore minimal jewellery, as necklaces can feel a tad 'sticky' in hot weather, so I left that out of the mix, but as you can see, Lottie has an unusual neckline, so it was redundant anyway.


The bodice is just about long enough on me, the skirt too, but the neckline does something odd.
The sleeves, which are cap like, have a tendency to bunch inward, for instance, were you to use your arms, which as a human being, I do, fairly regularly and that causes the front of the bodice to gape outwards.

It's here that I started noticing a trend in Lindy Bop bodices, when they have a wrap front, they often suffer from a gaping problem with the bodice, leading me to keep referring to it as a LBG (Lindy Bop Gape) problem and I now rate them on a one to ten sliding scale of Hoochie-ness. One being positively virginal and ten being Vintagey Hoochie Mama.

Lottie is definitely a problem, for me anyway, if I use my arms (an occupational hazard) and if I lean forward. I only discovered this once at Mottisfont, when reapplying sun cream and realised as I leant forward to do my legs, that if anyone was any closer, I would be flashing them my bra! The reality was, I could have fit about two squirrels down my top if I leant forward.
Yes, I also have a squirrel rating.


Long story short, I was warm, it was mid 80's this day, but my biggest problem was keeping a grip on the plastic coated handle of my parasol! My hands got extremely hot and the thing kept sliding out of my grip!


My feet were also too hot in my elderly ballet flats.

Red chiffon hair scarf - vintage, nan me down
Diamnate hairgrip attached to scarf - gift
Dress - Lottie, Lindy Bop
Petticoat - eBay
Shoes - retail

Parasol - gift
Sunglasses - prescription
Plastic woven bag - had for years
Earrings - Accesorize
Bracelet - George Rain Jewellery


I rate this dress, because of the bodice shenanigans, five on the Hoochie scale and two on the squirrel scale.


Monday, 19 June 2017

Oh Beautiful Lana

I'm getting into the swing of outfit posts!
Isn't summer so much easier when it comes to such things?


Oh, beautiful Lana
I told it my mama
And my dad
What I had
Was the sweetest
And the neatest
Little girl
In the world


Oh beautiful Lana
Don't you know that I wanna
Hug and kiss you
And Let you know that I miss you
While we're apart
Oh my heart
All it can say is


L-A-N-A
L-A-N-A
L-A-N-A
L-A-N-A
Lana


This is the 'Lana' dress from Lindy Bop.
I asked Andy to pick me a dress to wear on this day and had an instinct this is what he would pick and I was right.
He also picked out the hair scarf which was a gift from lovely Vix.

There are no problems with sizing with this dress, which is why I have so many 'Lana' dresses. If I was to make a fuss, an inch or two in skirt length would be nice, but it's fine really, no real problems at all.

I picked the earrings, little metal lilac flowers, as the dress too, has little lilac flowers and the me made necklace which is made from imperial jasper.

The shoes are old ones from Joe Browns, and I adore them, but they needed a repair the night before as the upper shoe was coming apart from the wedge part. They seemed okay by morning, after spending the night with the weight of a chair laden with heavy books on top (1000 Vegan Recipes, Cars of the Late 60's and Warhol, if you're interested!).



However, I then wore this outfit last Friday, to pick up my labradorite disc from a jewellers and we were then moving on to a National Trust arboretum.

First, we went to the bespoke jewellers I won the gift voucher from at last years car show. This years car show had just been on, so I knew I had to use my voucher now as it was getting silly. However, I couldn't afford to have my labradorite made into anything, as it was way, way out of my price range, so picked out this beautiful little faceted rose quartz bracelet with magnetic silver clasp.
I love it! I've adored rose quartz since I was in my teens, it's so delicately beautiful and I couldn't be happier with this.


Then onward to the arboretum and the pesky heel of my shoes came unglued as I was being adventurous going down some steps. And then I lost my balance because of this and hurt my leg.

But I can guarantee you that I was the most vibrantly dressed visitor this day, brighter even than the kiddies! My post about the trip is coming soon.

Anyway, after the arboretum, where we debated a cuppa at the café, but figured they wouldn't have soy milk for me, then realised we didn't have any money anyway, we moved on to a few places trying to find me a flask so I could have a cuppa when we were out and about. I wanted a flamingo one, as you do if you're me, but the one I had seen on Amazon didn't have good reviews, so we trawled around a few garden centres trying to see what they had and found absolutely nothing. I had to make do with ordering a 'normal' one once home.

I did find flamingos though: a soft toy, a watering can, an umbrella, paper cups and plates and these fine fellows, but the only flamingos to come home with me were the ones on my handbag:



As we were passing through a small village near here, we popped in a charity shop and as always, I made a beeline to handbags (nothing), gloves (two pairs, one looked modern and one pair was horribly stained and I wasn't sure they would clean up well and as they were in a locked cabinet, I figured they would have a higher price tag and I could feasibly spend money on gloves which would never clean up nicely) and then moved to the scarves and had a good dig through a seemingly bottomless basket and voila!

Can you see it? It's one of my trademark 50's/60's chiffon scarves and is a soft buttery colour with gold thread stitching at the hem. I then remembered we had no money of any consequence on either of us. I asked the lady how much, as these charmingly ramshackle little charity shops usually charge around £1.50 for scarves and she looked pityingly at the one I was wafting about and said, "20p?" like she thought asking that much for such a sorry sight was criminal. We managed to scrape together 20p and I left, very, very happy with my 20p scarf. This is the least I have ever paid for one.

Then, when I got home, I tried to put it with my other scarves and first attempted to put it with the yellows, as all my scarves are tied up in rainbow order, but it looked white next to the vibrant yellows I already have. So, I moved it next to the white one and then it looked really yellow. It ended up with the yellows.
These are the problems of the compulsive organiser ladies and gentlemen.


And that was that!
My leg though, still really hurts.