These pants got me thinking about pride. Well, these pants and this set of morality plays. You see, when I tiddled about in the rockery in what I imagined was an era-appropriate pair of pigtails, I did not get a set of photos that made me feel proud of the pants that I had just… Continue reading Purple Ponte Pants of Pride #VintagePledge 2016
Do you do vintage? If yes, you have my full permission to skip this paragraph. If no… What if I tell you that patterns from the 90s can be included in your #VintagePledge? Or that workers of yarn, needle and hook are also welcome, would that sway you? Shall I tell you a little… Continue reading My #VintagePledge 2016
One of those idioms that I until I come to type it I don’t question. I’m now imagining the literal act of someone catching my eye. Under what circumstances has my eye become free of its socket? Am I grateful that someone has caught it? !Imagination! If you could just stop right there. Things… Continue reading Vintage Jacket – the collar that caught my eye
An oxymoron if ever there was one. I wonder if the creators of McCall’s 8118 envisaged anyone fashioning their dress in such a fabric? Given that in the year of its making both the Russians and the Americans were slipping the surly bonds of Earth, vacating their crafts and having a bit of a walk about in… Continue reading Vintage scuba
Rule One: log fire flickering and guttering in the grate Rule Two: cats recumbent on the hearth rug, paws stretched in sleepy supplication to the flame Rule Three: the distant rattle, crack, whistle and pop of Bonfire Night pyrotechnics Rule Four: A car alarm oscillating incessantly Probably set off by all the suddenly-not-quite-so-distant-fireworks. And they’ve… Continue reading Autumn rules!