I’ve not been feeling 100%. I haven’t done any sewing. My energy levels have been very low and I’ve not felt up to much at all.
So I haven’t had a lot to blog about.
What energy I have had has been employed sorting out presents and treats for my partner’s birthday. I baked him a cake and we had lunch out – his favourite all-you-can-eat curry buffet at Shivalli in Leicester, where vegan food is cheap, plentiful and very very good.
And afterwards (purely out of the goodness of my heart of course!) I took him to one of my favourite vintage clothes shops, Dolly Mix Vintage.
My partner almost succumbed to the lure of a pair of very classy brogues, but those didn’t quite fit him, either.
But I found I had left my willpower at home.
Consequently, despite having no intentions to buy anything, I cheered myself up with a new crimplene frock purchase from the rails of gorgeousness…
Vintage frocks are like vintage fabrics; if you find the perfect one, you can’t hang about – because they won’t.
So I didn’t.
I think I’ll need to step up the summer fitness regime a bit, as it shows every bulge.
But I figured that if I could just about get away with it after consuming my own body weight in curry immediately prior to trying it on, it was certainly a frock worth purchasing.
And a cardi hides a thousand sins.
It’ll look nice with the bargain summer plimsolls I bought from the clearance rack in TK Maxx the other week, too:
Like the musical box at the beginning of Camberwick Green, they hide a secret inside (a pleasant one, I hasten to add)…
So now I’m all fitted out with a fix of flowery flummery.
Hopefully, my moth-eaten mojo will soon find itself on the mend.
If you’re very good, I’ll show you the other thing I bought, tomorrow… ♥