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

Monday, 19 February 2018

Valentines Gifts

Andy's gift to me for Valentine's Day was a stunning peignoir set.
Aren't I a lucky girl.
These are the seller photos ...

It isn't actually as pale as these pictures suggest, it's darker and the lace is more of a magenta:

Also, a red rose:

And YarnTree was all decorated for the day too.

Friday, 16 February 2018

Swing Out Sister

I have a new to me coat. It cost me £8.
It has vivid purple lining, fabulous buttons, blouson sleeves, a back pleat and wears like a swing coat.
It is in fact a good three sizes too big for me, but as I said, wears like a swing coat so it's fine by me. I fell for it and had tried it on before I even saw the size.

I found it in a shop which sells vintage, vintage appropriate and vintage repro and was only in there in the first place after Andy, who got me a velvet Collectif dress for my birthday from said shop, followed it up with a mustard coloured jacket (vintage appropriate) which was sadly one size too big, so we went there to exchange it.

It was there that I found a little haul of £3 a piece nightwear (coming soon).
This vintage appropriate coat was hanging on the sale rail and I was intrigued enough to try it on.
Unfortunately one of these fantastic buttons was missing ...

Andy suggested moving buttons around and to fasten the top with a brooch. I wore it the once without a shift around then once home and unfastening said buttons, the top one fell off, making it rather convenient to move said button down to where the missing one had been and to use a lovely purple stoned brooch to not fasten it, but to use as a button.

Have I said button enough times?

What I Wore:

Fake Fur Hat: Charity Shop
Scarf: Gift from Mim
Jacket: Vintage Shop
Skirt: Lindy Bop
Boots: Retail

In other news, my glasses are back at the optician. I have had problems with the new lenses since September last year and after they insisted they were right, I was wrong, the lenses were correct and I was apparently in denial about needing different lenses, I meekly backed down and stewed over the fact that I cannot see properly.

I finally went to another optician this week who checked them over and found they WERE wrong.
They even rang my optician to tell them so.

So I went back yesterday and complained again. After a bit of dismissive comment and a lot of "I don't know WHAT they were doing" about the second opinion optician, the man checked them again, just to shut me up I think, and after another person there also checked them, I and the other optician were found to be correct.

Crikey, that was a big old palaver I must say. So now I'm wearing glasses with my old prescription, while my glasses are (hopefully) sorted out.

Monday, 12 February 2018

I Can Wear A Rainbow ...

If there are three things I'm most readily associated with in the world of blogging, they are hair scarves, bunnies and flamingos.

Hairscarves, see:

(inconvenient meeting of hair and hanging basket)

Unlike flamingos and bunnies, the hair scarves are unfortunately becoming harder to find. The most I have ever paid was £3 and the least 20p. Upon entering charity shops, as it's just not worth the root around for vintage clothing in our charity shops (the best you could hope to see is the odd 70s maxi or shiny 80s dresses). So, I always make a beeline first to the scarves, then the nightwear, then the  handbags. I move on to have a look for gloves and then lastly it's the glassware*. 

My first scarves were two red ones and a yellow one, which belonged to my Nan. Nan-me-downs as I call them. I believe I have found half a dozen on my lonesome: one long strip scarf (the others are all squares) for £3 in Chichester. Four all together in an Isle of Wight charity shop for £1.50 each and a lone rumpled one in the bottom of a basket of scarves in a teeny charity shop near us for 20p. The rest were gifts from various lovely bloggers: Vix, Curtise and Loo. I have only ever left one behind in a charity shop and that was a red one, as I already had two red, and the red of the one I found was identical to one I already had.

This is my collection of hair scarves.
So pretty all together.

And this pale pink one on the left is a new arrival to my rainbow of scarves. A gift last October from lovely Vix (the darker pink next door was one of the gifts from Curtise).
I always get excited when I welcome a new scarf into the fold. The yellow one with gold thread was one of my nan's.

I do still see coloured glass, it's one vintage item that I still see relatively cheaply, so it kills me to have to leave so much behind as currently I don't have the room to accommodate it to its best advantage (coloured glass begs to be kept in a glass cabinet and though I have been given the okay to have a new cabinet in which to store further prettiness, unfortunately the only place a new cabinet would fit at present is where our armchair sits, and with that gone, we only have a two seat sofa ... it's not though, as if we have many visitors ;) ). I am still haunted by the dinky pink glass tea set, the set of 1950's shot glasses in atomic holder and the set of amber fish plates. Let us not speak of the carnival glass jug either, or that will move me on to the vast array of carnival glass I saw just before Christmas.  I swear I could have filled another cabinet in one go with what I stumbled across.

Wednesday, 31 January 2018

I Spoke Too Soon...

Preparing myself to go out, I pulled my jacket from the wardrobe and rooted around for one of my fur collars. Unable to find either, I decided it couldn't be that cold out, so off I went, wearing only the scarf Mim sent me.

As I emerged out onto the main road, my circle skirt had already flown high onto the air, flashing my petticoats. As I reached town it had become really rather chilly and by the time I got to the halfway point of the high street the rain had started. As I reached the town square I was being pelted by hail.

The only thing that made the whole ordeal (terrible weather and a forty five minute delay at the surgery) worthwhile was the fact I came home with a new to me handbag. I'd been hankering after it since I spotted it last week and thought that to try and cheer myself up, if I saw it was still in the shop on my way to see the doctor, I would treat myself. In reality, I could have come home with four vintage handbags today, but firstly I’m not made of money, and secondly I don't think I could justify to Andy the purchase of four handbags.

I am at this closing point still hankering after two of the other handbags ........

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.

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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

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!