dolly mix fix

I lost my blogging mojo a bit this week, I’m sorry to say.

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.

If you’re ever in Leicester, you must visit this box of vintage delights. It’s like stepping into an eccentric aunt’s attic dressing room. There are two floors of delights to explore…

Just look at those shoes! (Alas, they didn’t fit me or they would’ve been mine).

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)…

How cool is that insole?!

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… ♥

enrobed

I like lounging about. Who doesn’t?

But – I hate wearing pyjamas. I always seem to end up with the legs all ridden up in bed, tangled up in the top, too hot and bothered to be comfy.

This leaves me with a dilemma.

When I get up in the morning I have to get dressed straight away, since I cannot lounge about in the – ahem – altogether.

But sometimes, at weekends, I don’t want to get dressed straight away. I want to lounge about a bit first.

Cue my latest eBay purchase!

For the princely sum of 99p (plus postage) I am now the proud owner of this vintage robe.

I like the term robe. It is a word made for leisure. It lounges on the tongue.

Or you could call it a housecoat, if you are that way inclined.

I intend to put it through its paces at the first available opportunity.

I just hope I don’t look like Olive from On The Buses in it. It is a bit of a worry.

However, I am comforted that I can always cut it up and make it into bunting, should my fears prove true.