Sunday was a quick visit to the monthly (Spring/Summer/Autumn) Shabby Chic market.
G and I had a little poke around, found feck all, and fecked off home for a relaxing afternoon drinking wine and enjoying a cheese platter.
Surprisingly, sometimes I simply can't be bothered sniffing for bargains!
I was more interested in working on my little jacket (3 bound buttonholes successfully done, hurrah) and reading my book.
I reckon I'm getting down with this posing thang!
Should a 45 year old be prancing about in lurid colours and patterns that don't disguise my size, posing like a twat in view of the whole world?!
I say hell yes.
What else am I gonna do?!
Cut my hair, get every item in the "must have" wardrobe list and die?!
I'd rather look like an idiot and live.
I don't do rules.
I do me.
And so does G!
I made this frock earlier in the year from some fabularse curtain fabric the lovely Sue sent me!
It's far better gracing my bod than my kitchen window!
Jacket-70's, opshopped and Helgafied
Belt-from a frock gorgeous Lucy sent me
Handbag-60's, from a school fair
Sunglasses-vintage shop in Portland (spotted by G!)
Earrings-the sweetest Squirrel
Necklace-70's blingtastic, opshopped
Pendant-no idea, found it in my knicker drawer a while back!
There's gold in them there drawers!
G has been channelling his inner Ramone in these super tight jeans lately.
We picked up the faux Chucks the other day, and with the stolen-from-me belt, he's definetly looking the part!
Can't remember where the T and the cap are from, but we opshoppped the little naval jacket a few weeks ago.
Rock the hell on, rulebreakers!