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!
I find for me, most days can be brightened by the donning of a pretty dress.
So when the onset of a sunday snowday stopped plans in their tracks for me I obviously thought that it was the perfect back drop for me to pop on one of my prettiest vintage lace numbers. I hadn’t had a chance to wear this so obviously below zero temperatures was the perfect moment.
Thanks goes out to the -1 temperatures and my sweet friend for making me laugh (she thought I was crazy! ha!)
If the dress says party time then well….
Dress, shoes and bobble hat all thrifted vintage.
So then, to my beginning which will be a simple little note to start, because as you’ll discover I am a life long procrastinator, so anything grander would inevitably, completely freak me out.
A person of, shall we say limited means, I have hunted around charity shops, jumble sales, markets and any other odd little space I may discover for as long as I can remember.
I am a lover of curiosities you see and all the potential and possibilites they bring along with them. From necessity grew passion and from this passion grew such pleassure and joy I wanted to record it somewhere, stand back and feel chuffed.
Rummaging as we from the North (well Midlands) call it, or thrifting which is the lovely new, cool term to cover my past time, generally creates the most exciting and (odd) whimsical outfits, that has very often been the cause for comment, the raise of an eyebrow and the over use of the word ‘quirky’.
And so I guess I have begun…and that is that.