I bought it from a little community centre fair last year, which I had seen advertised as having a vintage clothes stall. Now I've been fooled by this before - you rock up to find not a single vintage item, and leave disappointed and empty-handed. This one was different, there were a couple of vintage stalls with some really interesting things, and nothing cost more than £3.
At the time, I was following vintage-loving blogs but not blogging myself, and buying vintage to sell but not wearing much.
This dress changed all that. Thank you, Favourite Dress!
It fitted. Perfectly. It was a maxi. With angel sleeves. And a beautiful print. It was love. Is it wrong to love a frock? Nah, I knew you guys would understand!
Look - raspberries!
My favourite strawberry brooch adds to the general fruitiness.
I bought this brooch from a lady at a car boot sale who was selling a lot of her late mother's costume jewellery. She had lots and lots of brooches, her mum had worn one every day, along with earrings and a necklace, even when she got very elderly and ill, the lady told me sadly. I assured her I would keep wearing this lovely piece, along with the other two I bought. I think she felt a little guilty for selling her mother's things, but I hope she realised I would continue to wear and treasure them.
Heaven must be missing an angel...
My garden does have other colours in it apart from pink, honest! My yellow rose bush is under attack from greenfly, so the poor buds looked a bit scruffy. (Oh Helga, I can hear you tittering!)
Does anyone know what these priapic little beauties are called?
As I was pottering about taking photos in the garden accompanied by the cats, another little creature came to find me.
Feel free to add your own caption. Just don't call him a priapic little beauty. Not yet, please not yet!