My idea of vintage: A flea market steal of embroidered sixties iconography, a perfectly preserved era defining design instantaneously transforming me into a unique Biba-esque beacon of supreme style and effortless cool. My reality of vintage: An overpriced, retina scarring paisley print polyester marquee masquerading as an apparently desirable dress that smells of damp …
The Jubilee Weekend is fast approaching, and whilst the weather is meant to do another u-turn it’s still another chance for me to NEED new clothes. After all, Madge would want that. Yesterday Honest Mum (one of my fave blogs – I want to adopt Papa G) did a fab Jubilee Inspired Fashion Picks Post…so …