Let me say before I begin that I am standing on my soap box; I whittled it myself; I am not generally known for my passivity and this is a blog post with an agenda – don’t say I didn’t warn you.
As some of you may know I’ve been refraining from buying any new clothes this year, the reasons for this are three-fold:
I had too much stuff in my life and I was far to reliant on this stuff to make me happy so I decided I needed to stop filling my life with stuff and fill it with meaning and genuine happiness.
I think that the disposable or ‘Fast Fashion’ society that we are now living in is bad for the environment.
The price of clothes has gone, and continues to go, down and down, but the price of producing it is going up, so I had my questions about where this cost was being squeezed and had some nasty suspicions it might be at the expense of the people who make it. And then I watched this:
This is one I’ve been meaning to do for ages because I think it’s my longest standing favourite dress-up, actually may be apart from medieval – they’re pretty close but I think medieval just pips it to the post because of the magical possibilities it provides which dear Ms Austen, alas, cannot. Although she did win out between the two on my wedding dress choice, so it must be pretty neck and neck.
I’ve been wanting to do this #FashionFridays for a while and then this beautiful sunny day came along so I took it as a sign and I’m getting all bridal on you!
There is so much pressure on couples to look their absolute best on their wedding day that it can be quite stressful for both parties when deciding what to wear. Luckily for Chris he has me, so I just told him what to wear (!), actually that’s not true, we went shopping together and I advised him and because I’m a style genius he ended up looking completely lush. Plus I gave him a little helping style hand and surprised him with a small gift… So Chris was sorted but what was I to do? I’d never really had an idea of what I wanted to wear on my wedding day apart from something awesome on my head so that’s wear I started: Continue reading “#FashionFridays!”→
I don’t normally do Facebook quizzes (I’m very much not interested in “Finding out which Disney Princess” I am as I believe it would be of great detriment to my relatively well-working brain) but recently one popped up on my feed called “What is your 1920s German name?”, how could I resist? So after answering a series of very thought provoking questions I was told that my 1920s German name is Lieselotte, which understandably I was over the moon about (no one wants to end up with Helga…or Adolph). This test also gave me the excuse (not that I really needed one) to dress up for the day.
I recently made a 20s style dress out of an old bedsheet (I’ve also made a shirt out of the same material, you may remember from a previous #FashionFridays post).
I have mentioned before that this year I have decided to buy no new clothes, for the entirety of its course, but someone recently enquired how on earth I refrain from purchasing said items, so I’ve put together the traditional five bullet point list on How Not To Buy Clothes:
This week I’ve gone and gotten a little bit wartime on myself (that sounds like a dodgy euphemism).
As I have previously mentioned I am not buying any new clothes this year, I am allowed to buy second hand and vintage and I’m allowed to make my clothes, the problem with this being that I’m too poor to buy vintage clothes and whilst I’m a pretty good sewer I’m certainly not good enough to furnish an entire wardrobe. So I decided to set myself a challenge – I would make a shirt! A shirt without sleeves (there is such a thing as too much of a challenge)! However, this being the first shirt I’d ever made and my patience levels being naturally quite low, I didn’t want to spend a lot of money on nice fabric when it could all potentially end up in an oddly attached mess and/or covered in my tears.
This is where the wartime bit comes in, I bought an old bed sheet from a charity shop for £2 in lew of expensive fabric and lo, I did make a shirt!
That’s me with Vera by the way, she’s my new bestie.
Also I have enough bed sheet left to make a dress! And I found a really lovely pattern that was only 75p in a bargain box because it didn’t have an envelope – not altogether sure what the finished product will look like but I’m sure as going to have fun finding out!
It also means that with all included, interfacing and buttons and things, I think I’ve probably managed to get myself a new shirt and matching dress for about £10. I’m really enjoying this whole No New thing!
Moral of the story: less money on clothes, more money on fizz. Ooooh yeeeeeh.
I love old ladies. Not in a weird way, I just love their style. I spent all of last week trying to look like a cool skier person and it’s just not in me, I don’t have the ‘thing’. I call ‘ski pants’ salopettes, my sunglasses are prescription and I burn like a ginger person, the whole baggy ‘ski pants’, cool sunglasses that somehow look good when combined with a slightly grungy hat and a ski-bum goggle-tan just completely passes me by. I tried but it turns out that I’m just more of a woollen jumper, felt hat kind of gal (we all knew that already), so this week I’ve just embraced it.
I like to think of this look as an older Audrey Hepburn dressing for a slightly wintery lunch in the garden of her Swiss safe haven, La Paisible. The skirt is from a Holyake charity shop, Holyake is the capital of old people, so I shop there all the time. On the downside it did take me about 3 weeks of airing this skirt in the garden to try and irradicate the smell of old ladies perfume and fag smoke from the 60s – it’s a little less musky now, I’m trying to embrace the scent as just part of the old lady look!
There is also something of espionage about the whole look…
As far as I’m concerned a day isn’t complete if you haven’t pretended to be following ‘a mark’ at some point during its unfolding. Plus this coat was also bought for £14 from a charity shop and I only bought it because there is a lady at my Oma’s residential home called Anise who has a mac just like it and I completely love her style, it’s like older Audrey meets older Katherine Hepburn – bliss. Yes I bought this coat to emulate a 72 year old with Alzheimers, but the woman looks good, there’s no two ways about it, I’ve never seen anyone rock Marks & Spencer’s loafers quite like it. Plus (and this is the best bit), I wore this exact outfit to the care home the other day and when I walked past Anise she said “you look good!” Score.
My new year’s resolution this year was to buy no new clothes for the entirety of 2015, so I thought I would let you know how it’s going; pretty well! The other day I did have to go shopping with my soon-to-be Mother-in-Law (for her wedding outfit!) and it was a little bit like taking a sugar-addicted Diabetic to a Ye Olde Sweet Shop UNTIL I found a top and dress in the French Connection section of John Lewis which was made from exactly the same material that I bought for £3 a metre in Vietnam and have also made a top and a dress from. There are only three differences; that my material is purple not white (although the pattern is EXACTLY the same); some lining choices and that in its complete entirety my dress AND top cost me around £20 to make (including material, pattern, zips and lining, etc) and the French Connection Dress is £125 and the top costs £85. This is EXACTLY why I decided to do No New (well one of main the reasons anyway). I have been walking round with an entirely self-righteous air ever since.
An image of the material the French Connection top and dress is made from:
If you wish to see the remarkable similarities between the four garments I would suggest you type ‘French Connection Nebraska’ into the search section of the John Lewis website.
I know that I was lucky enough to stumble across (quite literally, the market was very small and the stall owners insisted on napping on the floor) this fabric in a far off land but doesn’t it just go to show what we’re actually paying for when we buy expensive dresses from highstreet designers?
I will be posting up more pictures of my No New year shortly but for the meantime I’d just like to say SUCK ON THAT MODERN CONSUMERISM.
How to dress for an Eclipse – there is an outfit for every occasion.
This morning I woke up and two amazing things happened; no. 1: Chris was in my bed! Or as he likes to call it “our” bed, but as he’s away 15 weeks of the year I’m claiming ownership. His last stint in foreign lands was pretty hard for me so it was a nice little celebration to wake up next to his sleepy face. No. 2: THERE WAS AN ECLIPSE! There won’t be another one of these until 2026 and there may not even be a world by then (can anyone say “Nuclear War”?) so I was up drinking tea and staring at the sky from about 7.30am, which resulted in one of my favourite #FashionFridays ever…
Yes that is my favourite nightie and yes I do dress like Miss Marple in my sleep as well as in my wake but this nightie also doubles as Elizabeth Bennet and sometimes Deadly Ghost of an Ex Lover in the 1900s.
I did try looking at the sun through sun glasses but that just resulted in a lot of multi-coloured flashing so I ventured into the attic to fetch my trusty ski goggles, these bad boys have seen me through (pun) two seasons as a ski instructor so I thought it only right that they get to experience a solar eclipse as well.
All in all I think it was a pretty good beginning to a Friday and after watching one of the wonders of our mental universe my #FashionFridays got a little more stylish…
…or not, depends on which side of the old lady nightie debate you fall.
IT’S SPRING TIME! Well, nearly. Sort of. IT’S GOING TO BE SPRING TIME VERY SOON…WHEN IT’S STOPPED BEING SO BLOODY COLD! There.
So I have been welcoming in the spring with a floral celebration. I know Meryl Streep in The Devil Wears Prada wouldn’t be impressed but I’m not that impressed by her either (the character Miranda Priesly I mean, not Meryl Streep, I am of course, like everybody else under the opinion that she is a good witchy goddess of a woman) and spring time means flowers pushing their determined little way through the cold, mostly dead, earth of winter, which I believe is cause for great celebration!
Not only is the spring time for florals but also time for BROGUES! In the winter one wears boots, apart from those stupid girls you see on the train wearing dolly-shoe-pump things which result in their feet looking the white colour of corpse feet (they’re also the ones that have those tiny umbrellas), anyhoo the winter is for boots, I do look at my brogues and think “I really do want to” but then I realise that my socks are three times thicker than my duvet and pick up my boots, but not anymore!
So of course, this #FashionFridays is flower and brogue based, I’ve toned it down on my outfit, but apparently not in my house…
Chris always complains that our house looks too much like a Miss Marple set but up until now I’ve always thought he was over-reacting…until now.