When you were little, taking on a new character for the day was encouraged, the dress up rail was there to help you live out your dreams. Dressed as your alter ego you could live out your wildest fantasies. As you grow, life can sometimes become quite serious, which is exactly the reason why I … More Name in lights!
Green is my colour. The colour I am always drawn to. The colour that makes me go “oooh”. In particular, what a good friend and I refer to as “Dunlop green”, the real deep grass green of tennis courts and the trusty old retro trainers that I used to live in, back in the day! … More Go Green!
This outfit is one of those that just feels like “me”. I picked up these little vintage shoes (Barbie would be green with envy) for five whole pounds from EBay and have loved them dearly ever since! Then as I was scrolling through Instagram one day, I came across this little gem of a shirt … More Barbie Shoes and Squares of Joy!
I was extremely lucky to have received such a beautiful gift recently. It came in the shape of the most exquisite dress, inherited from my husband’s grandmother, Violet. She really did have impeccable taste and this dress just confirms it. It was love at first sight! The pallete of pinks, greys and soft mustards with … More Violet in Vienna
“Clothes mean nothing until someone lives in them” – Marc Jacobs Vintage fashion has always inspired me. The way in which you get to travel through time via a beautiful piece of clothing or a wonderfully made accessory. It is like dressing up in days gone by and breathing life into forgotten items. As an … More The Girl In The Green Dress
So this time last week, I was sat with my little family on the beautiful island of Mallorca. We had not been abroad for 5 years as we had chosen staycations instead but this year we decided we needed guaranteed sunshine and sea warm enough to swim in! We chose Mallorca as it is such … More If we took a holiday…
So my love affair with vintage stems from a very old but very cherished childhood memory. Every Sunday morning would be spent accompanying my father on our weekly trip down to Brick Lane Market. It was such a thrill to walk through the bustling crowds, I vividly recall the sights of beautiful fur coats, sheepskin … More A Vintage Kind of Love