Etsy : TheWhimsyThrift
Etsy : TheWhimsyThrift
I’ve been wondering a bit lately. Wondering about how well documented it is that our clothes are our essence. How they are our confidence, our way of expressing who we really are.
I have gone through such a constant evolution of style over the years, I feign to say that it is as I learned to know myself better, but I am not sure that’s totally true.
Perhaps because it is intended to be such an indicator of knowing ourselves that I have struggled so much with it, I put relentless pressure on myself so viewed the situation as – “obviously if you are not sure of your style then it shows quite clearly that you do not know yourself?”
I have wrestled with the need to be minimal, with clean lines and simple shapes. It soothes my soul to have everything neat, tidy, well made and clean cut. Decision made? No.
You see I love everything. I can see the styling potential in everything.
I love the pretty, the patterned, the whimsical, the lacy and the beaded. I love the slightly odd.
I love to wear an unusual colour combination, quirky hats and a pair of vintage shoes, those are the things that come far more naturally to me than monochrome simplicity.
That then leaves the question of what that says about me? More to the point is that how I want to be seen? Socks and sandals may be my jam but I do often look at the beauties of Instagram in their Scandi hybrid coolness or their Francoise Hardy chicness and think that I would like to look “normal” mainstream, just to fit in a little more.
As a result I decided to take a step back from my incessant Instagram use and magazine buying (I LOVE MAGAZINES) because I felt TOO influenced. Not something I’ve ever thought about before. By spending my time browsing I was actually subjecting myself to hours of forced marketing. Instagram had become one long real of what I should be buying and what I should be into. But quite frankly it wasn’t me. It was not my voice, but mainly the voices of clever advertising and pretty products. I didn’t know what I liked and it started to make me feel tired.
So a cull ensued. I cut my following list down by half – they do not make this easy for you, engagement is life after all. I then had a feed filled with quirky, whimsical women and men that inspired me and wanted me to again consume their clever styling and brilliantly open minded way of looking at personal style. *Enter theatrical sigh of relief.
I am not against Instagram, I love love to while away my time looking at outfits. I think because I have been working from home I have been on it too much and I was left worn out by social responsibility and bombarded with other people’s worlds while still trying to figure out my own.
I wonder if I can feel this self-doubt at 38, what my 28 or 18 year old self would’ve been feeling. I’m glad that when I was 18 I didn’t own a mobile phone, I’m glad at 28 I didn’t care about anything other than laughing my pants off with my friends.
So for now, until that minimal vibe kicks in, you can expect to still see me rocking socks and clogs, peter pan collars and granny knits. I am indeed Miss Marple, bet I could make that a hash tag…
I found this cute little dress in a charity shop for around £3 and there was just something about it that made my heart sing.
I am sat here outside the most beautiful independent store in Exeter called Lorna Ruby I worked here for many years and it is home to some of closest friends like this gorgeous human Gemma who is the store VM and owner of Cabinet Jewellery, THE most beautiful jewellery collection possibly in the world.
The weather has been so beautiful and this sweet little 90’s dress is so loose and comfy I actually managed to look summer cool rather than sweaty grossness.
Ring Alex Monroe
Bracelet Cabinet Jewellery
‘E’ Brooch Willow Hilson Vintage
Teddy is my style sniffer dog.. how else do you think I find all the bargains?
But good grief it is EXHAUSTING work for a fashion forward puppy.
Fin x x
Earlier this year we got our Ted.
He is the sweetest friend.
We have already had so many gorgeous days together.
He smiles all the time.
My bear with my pup (heart melts)
Fin x x
…down tools and take a bunch of pictures of your new thrifted triumphs.
As someone who has never really “summered” well, in particular finding the clothes that match my mind made creation of what summer dressing should be, (see The Talented Mr Riply, Swallows and Amazons with a little of I Capture The Castle in there for good measure) when in actual fact it’s one giant polyester nightmare – all be it a genuine 60’s nightmare – and mounds of heavy denim, brilliant.
Not that i’ve nailed it this year by any means, but I have found some surprisingly good linen and cotton bits that has meant that even though we have finally got the long hot summer that the UK literally dreams of and never usually gets, I haven’t been as big of a sartorial sweaty mess as usually I am. Result.
Step forward this cotton, viscose mix summer dress I found on my recent rummages. At a uk size 16 it is a little big but never be put off by things being oversized. This dress had a little waist tie which traditionally would be tied around the back, on me it looked better tied around the front which made it look a little more modern and made my short waist look less obvious by gathering the fabric rather than stretching it.
I stumbled upon these dreamy shoes at a local charity shop, they were just £4 I truly don’t think I breathed the whole time until I had them paid for and in my bag.
My little bag holds so much! But is super delicate so I have to keep it to a minimum, only one book and maybe three lipsticks..and maybe a snack..or two.
I think I might take the little flowers off of it making it more chic when it’s plain, what do you reckon?
Obviously every aspiring blogger needs an assistant. Get yourself a little Teddy, he is the best in the world.
A new radiator in the background, can anyone say FASHUN.
She was destined for my little store The Whimy Thrift, but…she didn’t quite make it.
(cameo appearance by my very sexy clothes dryer, I know i’m so good at this..)
She made it to me and my little wardrobe and we have been dreamy friends ever since.
This is one of my finds from my visit earlier this year at Lou Lou’s Vintage Fair in Bristol, after much rummaging I saw her glowing on the rail and grabbed her like a crazy women. I may or may not have squealed and hugged her, maybe.
(Stray hair has come to help out the sexy clothes dryer to help ruin my shot. Sweet.)
These little black plastic circle earrings are clip – on and I swear the only pair of clip on earrings that have ever been comfortable. A perfect match for the little dress no?
I have a few different ways I wear this, shoes in particular change it up so much.
We have my favourite style of shoe, the mary jane..
Or I sometimes go for my tan clogs ..
These Bally brogues are one of my all time great charity shop finds.
It’s the endless possibilites of a garment that makes me the happiest, that I can and do spent hours styling something, gives me the biggest thrill.
What else is a girl to do when living in a building site than to twirl?
Fin x x
English weather is not just an obsession of mine, it’s a joy. It is no secret the the Brits like to discuss ( not just moan ) about our changeable weather, weather chat for us is more than it seems, it’s our awkward social saviour.
Often when we chat about the weather it is our stilted way of warming ourselves up (excuse the pun) to be bolder and braver in conversation. Because once we get going it’s great, we just have to recall a season past or current fail of our climate and we feel eased into the real deal of conversation.
I am next level with this, when I speak about our weather it’s truly because I love, love, every season and all its micro seasons within. I’ve always been the same, since I was very small and weird.
Today’s halceon drift of early summer made me so happy, so rare is it for us to have truly hot weather (ever) on a bank holiday.
I genuinely think part of my love of weather is because I do so love changeable things and I love the challenge of how I will meet said rain storm, deep snow, or in this case heatwave sartorially. A little vapid maybe but nevertheless I feel giddy when I think WHAT will my outfit of choice be???
Lightweight summer dress for the snow storm….add in thermals, roll neck, thick tights and oversize cardigan, with beret and ankle wellies..D-R-E-A-M-Y.
Heatwave? Well a 1960’s yellow, blue and white daisy (my favourite flower) print summer dress, with front zip, mandarin collar – sleeveless and naturally in the lightest cotton. Perfect!
As I was at home for the day with my little pup whom I love so very much, there were few accessories other than him needed.
An attempt to control my mop of hair with a black braided barette being the only additon. Apart from my daily staples of best love engagement ring and favourite tiny bracelet from Cabinet Jewellery
Lou Lou’s Vintage Fair is an amzing country wide affair, which brings together vintage sellers and enthusiasts alike to buy and celebrate all things old! So when it came to Bristol recently I couldn’t wait!
I arrived just as the doors had opened as I was so excited to see what treasures I could find..
I enjoyed leafing through the racks of the fine gowns and cases of jewels, but being the little thrift troll that I am, the real joy came from searching though the baskets of weird bags, rails of sale items and poorly little dresses needing zips or darns and the broken jewellery that made my heart squeal at the thought of what it could look like freshly mended.
I honestly could have spent so much money, I did indeed spend more than I intended, heart achingly there was so much I wanted Iand had to leave behind, it was filled to the brim with beautiful treasures.
I’ll do a seperate post on how I styled the little bits I treated myself to..most of which was destined to be sold in my little shop
Well….I may have kept one or two pieces for myself….
If you had asked me a few years ago if I was a fan of accessories I would’ve probably responded “nah not so much”.
I’m not exactly sure when it happened, but somewhere along my styling journey, I slid into being a full blown accessories addict. It totally snuck up on me and one of my true loves, that I just can’t get enough of is hats.
As you can see, the styles i’ve gathered are all so different, but that’s their joy. A little hat can be a game changer for an outfit, the simplest most uninspiring styling can be (excuse the pun..) turned on it’s head by the use of a cool chapeau.
This vintage fedora above was gifted to me by a dear friend who indulges my love of a good hat, she’s right there with me (but much cooler) endulging in a great wide brim to make her outfits incredibly chic.
Honestly, truly, at first I thought that everyone would be staring and judging me.
“Who does she think she is???!” I thought the outraged citizens of Exeter would scold under their breathe as I scurried past in my arrogant head wear. But as the universe constantly reminds me, in the scheme of world events, my styling experiments and a jaunty little beret does not register in the minds of, well, anyone!
So my confidence grew and my love of experimenting which easily runs wild has meant that a cute little pill box, beret, straw hat or cloche has become a source of complete styling joy…
….And with this crazy mop of hair who can blame me!