In the Pink

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

She made it to me and my little wardrobe and we have been happliy ever after 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 snatched her off the rail. I may or may not have squealed and hugged her, maybe.

 

I adore pink and red and this peachy red from Loreal has become a firm favourite. I am alwsys a little sad when I wear this colour as I try to no longer buy any makeup tested on animals and haven’t managed to find a match for this pretty shade just yet. Once she’s used up I shall me a mix of relieved and sad! How complex can a person be about a lipstick I ask you!?

 

These tiny 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 and a cute little bag..

 

When the weather is (enevitably) cooler I love it over jeans with even more pink in these cute little pumps..

 

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.

Merry & Bright.

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.

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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.

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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.

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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???

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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!

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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.

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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

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Beautiful Vintage Book by Pia Storm check out her stunning blog and instagram..swoooon..

Fin!

WT x

 

Un Chapeau…

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.

 

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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.

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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…

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….And with this crazy mop of hair who can blame me!

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WT xx

Snow bunny…

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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.

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Thanks goes out to the -1 temperatures and my sweet friend for making me laugh (she thought I was crazy! ha!)

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If the dress says party time then well….

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Dress, shoes and bobble hat all thrifted vintage.

 

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Beginning. (the point in time or space at which something begins)

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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.

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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.

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