Disco for the inside

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Put on a creased dress that’s a little too small… dance like you’re in Studio 54, rather than your spare room that is an actual building site.

These pictures were taken about a year ago, I remember feeling gross and so stressed while I was taking them. So much so I felt exhausted afterwards. I didn’t want to show them to anyone for the embarrassment was too acute.

A year on, I have put on rather a lot more weight, sold the dress and painted the room white.

But the biggest shift is my awareness of my so often fragile self esteem. How curious now that I look at myself in those pictures and think I look lovely, (not in a big headed way I must assure you.) Simply that, there was absoloutely nothing wrong with me.

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The past two years have been such a journey with regard to how I feel about my appearance. Growing our my grey hair was not liberating, I would say more, freeing.

I was free from the expense and stress of constant colouring, which was a total relief.

Having grey hair however changed my view on femininity so much, I felt much older, colours and styles that had previously been something of a signiature no longer worked and with gaining weight also I found myself not even recognising the women I saw when I peered at my reflection.

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I think because of my anxious nature I did not look at these changes in a positive way, I felt lost and confused as to how to go about finding my style once again.

It probably sounds so vapid, but alongwith other life occurances, I felt very sorry for myself.

Time passing and a lot of work done on myself, with still more to go I know, I feel I am growing accustomed to my new self and don’t want to return to the “old me” there is a lovely new version, never seen before! And it is exciting, not a thing of loss but of incredible gain. To love myself inspite of weight, hair colour and even a lack of ironing skills on occasion has been a challenge worth undertaking.

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The thing I most love about this picture is the sincere way I show my nails, as this was my first ever manicure and I was so proud of how glossy it made me feel. Such a little thing but it truly made me feel some kind of prettiness. I now think what a shame and want to give that version of me a hug. But the way I am feeling these days a high five for all I have achieved would be more appropriate I think.

 

Fin xx

 

Dress: Vintage Topshop via Oxfam, Shoes Vintage via Sue Ryder.

Fabric Feels..

 

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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…

Fin xx

Autumn already?

 

No one ever wants to wish the sunshine away. Especially all of us in the British Isles that never usually really experience a summer.

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But, the highstreet dictates that August means Autumn with the bombardment so far of leopard prints, silky satin midi’s and less basket bags than we’ve seen for quite some time!

And so we follow, lured in by the refreshing feeling of the “new” and I have to say having worked in retail for more years than I care to remember, I still feel so ready to move the old stock on and bring in the new and the exciting.

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In my non working life this equates to loving the gentle ease of the charity shops adding in old bobbled jumpers and in this case a cotton midi in brown paisley. I know right – DELICIOUS!

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At first, yes, a 1970’s brown paisly midi skirt may not seem your go to transitional skirt, but look at her! She’s gorgeous! I love this little bag too, she’s got the sweetest handle, she is destined for my little Etsy shop – but I had to give her a spin first to make sure she was adorable. She is.

Teddy was far more interested in the ferns which hold a lot of treats if you’re a little puppy.

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The little shirt is so pretty! A sheer cotton with a scalloped edge peter pan collar and tiny skinny bow at her neckline.

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THE SHOES.

Yes, metallic green tiny block heeled ballet pumps,YES.

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If this post is anything to go by I think I might enjoy the forthcoming autumnal weather. Imagine those shoes with thick black tights! Ugh I need a lie down.

 

Fin x x

An unlikely love

Introducing one of the most surprising purchases i’ve made in awhile.

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A pair of mens shorts several sizes too big = all the comfy.

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I ended up being really pleased with this little outfit. The weird shorts with my oldest belt, thrifted accessories and my favourite top of all time.

My classic Breton is 100% cotton and from an amazing local store called Always in Colour

Predominantly menswear they offer THE most gorgeous style. I have a list. A long list. Yup yup.

 

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My little sun baby.

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Breton ALWAYS IN COLOUR: Shorts BERNADOS CHARITY SHOP: Belt (old) GAP: Neck scarf : OXFAM CHARITY SHOP: Russell & Bromley Navy Bag HOSPICECARE CHARITY SHOP: Sandals SALT WATER SANDALS: Sunglasses LE SPECS:

 

Fin x x

When living in a building site…

…down tools and take a bunch of pictures of your new thrifted triumphs.

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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.

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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.

IMG_3881IMG_3868Step 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.

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It was so hot this day I kept my styling super minimal. The most simplistic of jewellery, my tiny Alex Monroe ring and Cabinet Jewellery bracelet.

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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.

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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.

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A new radiator in the background, can anyone say FASHUN.

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x x

In the Pink

She was destined for my little store The Whimy Thrift, but…she didn’t quite make it.

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(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.

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(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..

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Or I sometimes go for my tan clogs ..

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These Bally brogues are one of my all time great charity shop finds.

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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?

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Fin x x

Love at Lou Lou’s…

 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!

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I arrived just as the doors had opened as I was so excited to see what treasures I could find..

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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.

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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.

IMG_9420I’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….

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Fin!

x

 

My shop baby.

Whimsy Thrift oh how I love thee!

I would like to introduce my very own little shop. She’s a tiny space in a vintage co-operative which houses many traders selling their antiques and uniquecollections.

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I sell clothing and accessories, pretty little bits all vintage or thrifted and I love it.

I go down there as often as I can and make it look as pretty as possible. It’s a dream come true to curate my own little shop, even if it doesn’t have any walls!

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These little shoes are made in Italy and behind are little painted jugs made in England (sigh).

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I’ve just added more stock in for spring/summer. Silk florals and polkadots, lace ruffles in sugar pink and peach. Even though the weather on this day was pouring with rain my little shop sung sweetly of an Audrey Hepburn Roman Holiday.

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Tiny hand painted vases and glasses, trinket dishes and cut glass tea plates…

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The teeny mint green sugar bowl is filled with vintage apricot rose buttons!

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And there you have it! My little shop updated and ready for another busy week (I hope!).

WT xx