A new hat.

A new hat.

As you may have guessed by now, I am rather partial to wearing a jaunty hat. I found this at a handmade Christmas fair for a ridiculously low amount of pennies. It fits perfectly with my, you know - 1940s housewife image. I wore this outfit not only to see the new Twilight (with Marie and a whole cinema full of screaming teens) but also to see Laura Carlins and Chie Miyazakis ceramics exhibit, 'Moo Moo Woof Woof'. Although my bank balance would not allow me to purchase a beautiful pot, I did take a few photos of the exhibit but they are on my Tumblr if you fancy a gander.

I was able to grace the tables of Meat Liquor. Wayooo.

Hat - Market, Blouse - Urban Outfitters, Skirt - Primark, Coat - Vintage

Paisley.

Paisley.

This shirt is in preparation for prancing around the fields at Glastonbury next year, although the rich colours seem to fit perfectly surrounded by velvet, thermal tights and mulled wine.

I wore this to dinner at my friends before we trekked into central London for a creative networking event. I have never been to a specific networking event before so I didn't really know what to expect. We were given a badge displaying our attributes to the evening, free wine and dips. It was interesting to see and speak to people who you otherwise probably wouldn't meet. We spent quite a while picking the brains of illustration agency 'Handsome Frank', standing in a corner talking to each other, drinking free wine and eating ALL of the dips. I regret nothing.

As always, the drunken night was followed by a drunken train journey home with a filthy McDonalds burger.

Shirt - Topshop, Skirt - AA, Boots - Vintage

Hi Frankie

How every drunken night usually ends, filth.
The badge was necessary for said networking event, coolest.

The day my skirt fell off.

The day my skirt fell off.

Yes you read it right, my skirt fell off.... in public. This skirt has been waiting patiently in my wardrobe since I bought it in the Topshop sale last year, I gave it a little nip and tuck (far too long... what?) to make it wearable and how does it repay me? by reducing me, ultimately to a flasher. Thank god for thick tights (cheers Company) As you may be able  to tell from these photos, I turn into the most awkward woman when I'm having my photo taken despite my best efforts.

My style of late (in the words of my boyfriend) seems to be '1940's housewife' and I think I'm ok with that. I spent the rest of the day grasping my skirt to avoid another reveal, listening to a group of creatives talk about 'Creative Colloboration' and of course, drinking cider.

In other shocking news, today is the first time watching 'Deep Impact'. Shame on me. Although in my defence when it comes to world ending disaster movies I am more of an 'Armageddon', 'Independence Day' kind of girl.

Most awkward woman.

Cardi and Skirt - Topshop, Blouse and Shoes - Vintage, Tights - FREE with Company

How many layers?

All the leaves are brown.

All the leaves are brown.

Back in London, prancing around in the leaves. I took a break from job hunting this weekend to drink cider, wander around exhibitions, watch shit TV and generally enjoy a bit of banter with a few ace people. I discovered this gem of a coat at a pop up vintage stall in Hackney when Autumn was a mere glint in my Summer engrossed eye.

I have been splitting my time between job hunting and promoting my illustrated self to the big bad world. I have just sent out my first set of promotional material for halloween so I am keeping everything possible crossed that something (anything) will come from it. I know its a long, arduous process so I am trying to prepare myself for devastation. Ha!

Coat - Vintage, Boots and Brooch - Vintage, Dress - Topshop, Collar - Primark.

Summer Camp.

Summer Camp.

I have tried to make the most of the last few times to whip my legs out without numerous layers of Primarks finest thermal tights. Last Saturday was one of those odd, sunny days so out came the legs and the wine. I spent the day being a tour guide for the MA show and introducing some of my family to the delights of Camberwell and Peckhams infamous roof top bars.

On a hat thrifting binge I discovered this 1940's gem in a local charity shop. Its a little garish but I think thats part of its charm. No? The past life of an item is the best thing about buying vintage - I can just imagine a 1940's woman rocking this out on a Saturday night out dancing.

Look ma, no feet. Not the greatest of photos but...

Hat - Vintage 1940's, Skirt - American Apparel, Blouse - Vintage, Brooch - Vintage Gift.

Wine-ing it up before the show.