“I am awfully greedy; I want everything from life. I want to be a woman and to be a man, to have many friends and to have loneliness, to work much and write good books, to travel and enjoy myself, to be selfish and to be unselfish… You see, it is difficult to get all which I want.” ― Simone de Beauvoir
This weeks thrift haul was particularly spectacular!!!!
The royal blue embroider silk jacket is one of the most beautiful things I have ever seen! It’s vintage and the tag reads ‘Plum Blossom’ and Made in China! Just look at how stunning it is up close;
The teal dress is definitely a bit of stage costume! I just couldn’t leave it behind even if it is a bit stained. Torn between adding it to my regular wardrobe or saving it for a fancy dress or cosplay occasion! Someone invite me to join a Regency Society please?! I need my historical re-enacting fix!
The hat is just too cute! Another retro piece it’s in need of a some love and mending; the lining inside has come unstuck and the veil unstitched…but what’s one more item on my ‘make do and mend’ pile?!
Both the handbags had hints about their past; the little 🍒🍒🍒 print bag shoulder bag had a couple Australian coins in it and the Kangol mini-bumbag had a pair of stickers for the film ‘One Perfect Day’, a pack of gum that expired in 2004… and what I am pretty convinced is a 15 year old hit of acid!
Really you just don’t get that kind of excitment with fast fashion now do you?!
What was the most exciting thing you ever thrifted?! Have you ever found anything interesting inside of a thrift purchase?
These dresses are pretty high on the list of amazing finds and that hit of acid sits pretty high on the list of weird and wonderful things I’ve found in thrifted/rescued items!
Other items on the amazing finds list include a 1960’s bicycle and solid wood 1940’s school desk I rescued from my local dump a few years ago! On that same dump trip I scored a vintage suitcase full of photo albums, 70’s menswear, and a collection of letters. The letters were written during his time in Italy during WWII, one letter in particular stands out to me as it was written during Christmas; he spoke about their celebration, missing his family back home, and then went on to say ‘I do not worry about death anymore, only how it will hurt Mom and Dad’. I still have that collection of letters, they’re so precious to me and I just can not imagine how they were allowed to end up in the local dump!
I’ll forever keep thrifting, dumpster diving, and rescuing and repurposing anything and everything I can.
Maybe you’re like me and you’re a bit late in the game coming to the newly gentrified foods. First it was Quinoa then kale now kombucha! Seems companies can’t get enough of lesser known(to us white folks) foods to popularise and produce on a massive scale!
Because I’ve been struggling with my gut(thanks to a load of previously undiagnosed allergies) I’ve spent a load of time trying to find things to help. Probiotics came up time and time again in my searches, and while most of the products out there seem pretty dubious(again it seems like corporations jumping on a trend) I have found one or two that seemed legit! You won’t be surprised when I say I wanted to keep it OLD SCHOOL. Vintage is really a way of life and FERMENTED FOODS take that to a whole new level!
I am always suspicious of trends because if we’re being honest they’re usually all hype and no substance. This was my worry when it came to probiotics so in finding foods to add to my diet I have far more faith in traditional fermented foods than I would say … a probiotic yogurt!
After discovering (lets stop using that word white folks, it has this violent implications, finding out about something that has existed for ages is not a discovery and calling that gives yourself way to much credit and erases the people who DID discover/invent/create/originated it… just think of Columbus)Kimchi a few years ago when we visited Korea I knew I had one tasty food to fall back on… but I wanted more!
When it comes to food I am so greedy, I want to taste and try everything!
Photo by me.
We’re nearly two weeks into this heatwave and I’m suffering. These cold brew coffees are keeping me going though.
I’ve replaced my morning coffee, usually made hot in my french press, with one of these. I’ve also started having one mid afternoon to cool down and help beat the mid afternoon sweaty slump.
How do you beat the heat?
My lovely friend, and loyal cat sitter Laura, recently went to Bath and brought me back a souvenir! Souvenirs you can eat are my favorite.
This was the first time I’ve had a ‘Bath Bun’, best to start with one of historical significance and import! Definately recommend a Sally Lunn Bun next time you find yourself in the historic town of Bath!
I can’t be fashionable everyday. Today I had a load of errands to run and honestly I was not feeling myself. I’ve been suffering through this record breaking pollen counts. Allergies are awful and I HAVE SO MANY!
The scarf was a practical edition; trying to keep pollen out of my hair and sun off my face. It ended up being the centre of the outfit and earning me a few strange looks from passersby while I was out and about running errands.
Makeup to match the scarf; Nyx purple eyeliner w/ Rimmel Purple Mascara
Spent a lazy Sunday strolling through Portobello Road Market, hay fever has had me in it’s grips for the last few weeks, so as I’m a bit worse for ware I went with a pretty basic look.
There’s a saying ‘West is BEST’ and it’s said, as one would expect, by people in live in west London. It’s an interesting borough to be sure, it’s home to the Portobello Road Market and Carnival, it’s where the film ‘Notting Hill’ took place and is home to some of the wealthiest and the poorest in the city. There is a massive divide between the have and have-nots. It was the site of the horrific Grenfell Tower disaster a year ago and the scars are still visible…
I used to work in the area but haven’t visited in a few years. This visit was heavy, the poverty and the wealth were suddenly more obvious to me.
I had decided to sport a high end handbag, to make myself feel less out of place and less judged by the monies milling about the area… but it mostly just made me feel guilty. Growing up poor, and now not being such, is really complicated. I struggle trying to establish an identity that is honest about both and it’s hard.