Wednesday, 6 January 2010
Before describing this outfit, let me first explain the process of a shoot. It usually ends up something like this:
Me: I have an outfit I'd really like to shoot for the blog, just this little vintage/ thrifted _____ (insert description here)
Dad: Humph, how long will it take?
Me: Half an hour max, and I know just where to shoot it! Please?
Dad: Oh alright then, have you got the camera and the spare battery? (We constantly fret about spare batteries on such expeditions.)
Half an hour later
Dad: I need coffee, some caffeine!!! And then I need to get back to work.
Anyway, thanks dad for taking some time off. Having self employed parents is certainly a bonus on an unexpectedly snowy day.
So there we were, me in a floor length ball gown tramping up the country lane. "Ah, hello bemused neighbour. Don't you know I always go sledging in my finest dress daaaarling?" Then it was over a farm gate (yes, in the dress and cloak) and treading footprints into the new canvas of snow.
This blue embossed satin dress with pink flower detail was bought by my mum at a jumble sale for about 20 pence when she was in her late teens. I want to find one of these jumble sales! But unfortunately I have a feeling they are already extinct- oh for the days when relatives gave away the rare pieces owned by late relatives. She bought it for a ball she was attending (although she ended up arriving with it accessorised with crutches, having broken her ankle two days previously.) I love the vibrant colour of this dress, and wish I had such an occasion to wear it to.
I managed to weasel it into my wardrobe after coming across it in her box of vintage pieces hidden at the back of her cupboard (away from my vintage hungry fingers I assume.) But this collection of timeless articles has been somewhat depleted, and then, shall we say- relocated... in my direction.
Of course it was so cold that I needed something very warm over the top, so in addition to the dress pulled over a matching cardi with 3 layers underneath, I also raided this rather delectable cape.
It was originally owned by my late maternal grandmother, who liked to dress somewhat flamboyantly. She would match it with a floor sweeping gypsy skirt, a silver ring for every finger and bare feet. In winter! I think she originally found it in a charity shop too. The orange lining is silk, and the cape is wool. Unfortunately it is a little moth damaged. Although being a generally very peaceful person, the extermination of all clothes moths sounds like a promising idea to me.
The black riding style boots are thrifted and the bracelet is family inherited. The little black bag is part of a growing collection of chain handled specimens working their way into my room via flea markets and that good old favourite- charity shops.
Sadly, no more snow forecast overnight so I'm assuming it's back to school tomorrow.