Trousers: Sue Ryder
Belt: Lorna Ruby
Sandals: Zara Kids (2 summers ago)
Crazy hair flicks: Models own.
No one ever wants to wish the sunshine away. Especially all of us in the British Isles that never usually really experience a summer.
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.
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!
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.
The little shirt is so pretty! A sheer cotton with a scalloped edge peter pan collar and tiny skinny bow at her neckline.
Yes, metallic green tiny block heeled ballet pumps,YES.
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
Introducing one of the most surprising purchases i’ve made in awhile.
A pair of mens shorts several sizes too big = all the comfy.
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.
My little sun baby.
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
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….
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.