I Love Your Blog quiz

The gorgeous Sarah of Cloud of Secrets tagged me some time ago, for an "I Love Your Blog" quiz.
Thanks so much for thinking of me Sarah.
So here goes lovely readers:).


1. Why did you create your blog?
You'd think being the youngest of seven children, I'd want everything new, new, new - designer, designer, designer.  I wore hand-me-downs and refashioned clothing until I started sewing all my own clothes in my early teens, yet I have always preferred old over new.  I've been addicted to flea markets and other people's cast-offs and junk ever since I was a child.  Upon discovering original fashion sites like Hel Looks and Style Like U, I realised there might be room for a strange-ling like me so I decided to share my looks and ideas on a blog.  I certainly didn't think anyone would bother reading it!

2. What kind of blogs do you follow?
I adore fashion and photography blogs by people who march to the beat of their own drum.  Even in the short few months I've been here in blog-world, I've witnessed an evolution where many women have climbed out of their cocoons and are testing their creative wings for the first time.  It thrills me and fills my heart with love and joy to see brave experimentation.

The stunning Sacramento was featured on Advanced Style.  I adore her.

Yvan Rodic always makes me want to pack my suitcase and camera, pronto!


3. Favourite make-up brand?
Well, I'm a cheapskate out of necessity.  I'd rather save up for a special pair of shoes or new item of clothing to add to my 95% vintage wardrobe, than spend up big on make-up.  I buy make-up from discount chemists when they have good deals - I love Maybelline foundation and eye-liner, Rimmel lipstick and $2 nail polishes.  A woman was selling gorgeous MAC make-up at a flea market on Sunday and I'd never seen their products before - I bought some gel eyeliners - wow!  I still wouldn't buy them retail though.

4. Favourite clothing brand?
Well, I regret not buying a 1950s ivory satin slip that looked like it had been to hell and back that I spotted at Sunday's market.  I only realised when I got home that I could have dyed it to cover the age-stains.  It looked like it had spent several passionate nights in the back of a Chevy - straps hanging off and seams askew.  Clothes that have seen some life - that's my favourite clothing brand.  Like this.

5. Your indispensable make-up product?
Hands down mascara.  The Phoenix has long, luscious, come-to-bed, Italian eyes and lashes that work on me every time.  Excuse me, I'm drooling and have no idea why I'm talking about his eyes and lashes.  Next question please.


6. Your favourite colour?
Green.  Green.  Green.  Errrm ... oh yes, green!  But at last count, I do own 22 black dresses.

I experimented with red hair last summer.  Even more high-maintenance than bottle-blond.  At least green is versatile:).


7. Your perfume?
I buy cast-off testers when they're on sale.  My favourites so far are *cough* Kylie Minogue's Sexy Darling and Christina Aguilera.  I've never had so many compliments before when wearing them.


8.  Your favourite film?
Oh come on - this is getting really hard now.  It depends entirely on my mood which can swing from Shanghai Express-mode to Betty Blue or Gosford Park in a few hours.

9.  Which country would you like to visit and why?
I would love to return to Spain.  When I hitchhiked from Santander to Cadiz 22 years ago, I swore I would go back and live in Spain.  It's the people - so laid back, so generous, so kind.  I met people who within minutes of meeting them, would invite my travelling companion and I to their homes for a meal, a free bed for the night, a refreshing stop at a bar for beer and tapas.  No strings, just pure hospitality and kindness.  And patience with our slow Spanish:).
I'm desperate to visit Italy and Poland - never been, but I know I would feel at home.


10.  Make up the last question and answer for yourself.
What are you thinking about today?
My heart is heavy for the 29 brave men who died in the Pike River mine this week.  I searched for names I knew but recognised none of them.  Even as strangers, I grieve for them.  My father worked in dangerous conditions of mine and dam construction before he died 16 years ago - there was always an aura of dread and danger connected with the profession he loved passionately.


I'm supposed to pass these questions on to 10 readers, but today I would like to pass the mantle over to those who have the stamina so late in the week:).


Desiree xoxo

What Happens to Bridesmaid Dresses?

I've never been a bridesmaid so I don't know what it's like to have a closet full of unwanted, rumpled, depressed, frou-frou.
My frou-frou sees quite enough use thanks very much:).
But I do love discovering these usually hideous, but sometimes gorgeously hopeful, spinster-frocks.
I like to imagine this 1960s, green, shimmery, silk gown is one of those wee dears that tip-toed blushing down the isle, only later to be grabbed, tugged, wet-down with toxic fruit punch and lastly fumbled with in a sweaty knee-trembler outside the local church hall.
Hehehe!
No such action for this frock last night at my daughter's end-of-year Celebration of Learning.
But no matter how much I style this frock, it always grabs centre-stage.
Maybe it's the frill, maybe it's the colour, or maybe its just saturated in good times.

 I love the beaded straps.

The first, fragrant frangipanis of summer.

What have you done with your bridesmaid dresses?

Take the Colour and Run

Since my turn as the Lady of Bacongo, I've been obsessing about colour.

Is it because spring is here?

Colour is a gift and it can lift one's spirits above some of life's harshest and testing challenges.

The smell of mint or a simmering curry can transport me to another time and place.

So too, experiencing a colour can zap me back to many happy memories like attending my first Hindu wedding where the bride was draped in bright red and gold with hennaed hands, or when I cut open my first pawpaw to reveal its golden flesh and shiny black seeds.

There's power in colour.
This is a 1970s cotton maxi dress that I've given the chop.
I love it's fluttery sleeves and A-line skirt.

I decided to pile on the colour with a green silk scarf I learnt how to tie here.
Add mismatched feathery earrings, 1970s thrifted sunnies, piles of jewellery and Docs and it's a day of comfort-plus with a bit of ZING!
I've left the Docs unlaced and just tucked them into the boots so they're a bit more breezy to wear - once the humidity kicks in tho', no doubt they'll be banished to the disproportionately enormous winter closet.

The bag is called a bilum and it's from Papua New Guinea.

Bilums are crocheted from cotton string and I love that this one, which I thrifted for $1, is made from oddments, giving the bilum some mixed-up, fluorescent colour.

Bilums are incredibly strong and special ones are made to carry babies in.

Which looks very cute:).

The floral print on the dress is entirely made up of dots.

Here's a close up of all my piled on junk.

I think I need me some 'o this soon.

Thank you everyone for bearing with my volatile blog which prevented so many of you from commenting. Grrrrrrrr.
I changed the background and voila - fixed!
It's so amazing to read your wonderful comments.
Desiree 
xoxo

Say Hello to Dorothy

Some special little darlings in my closet have names.

Usually it's because they're rather unusual or they put me into a joyful mood when I slip them on.

Most of the names are usually very un-PC and wonderfully disgraceful - but little Dorothy, my spotty, cotton, early 1960s dress is rather tame.

She's been taken out of hibernation ready for summer and had her first outing today.

Dorothy likes to be noticed.

For her first outing this year, she went to a school fair.

Here, Dorothy was introduced to Ike, one of our local celebrities who dresses daily in gloriously nutty, colourful garb, always wearing a plastic flower lei, one of his selection of sombrero hats and with crazy polka music blasting out of the boom box strapped to his mobile scooter.

Ever ready with a smile Ike is regularly seen jumping off his scooter and spontaneously doing a street-side jig.

Today he made his presence felt when he jumped up and danced with some belly dancers.

Gotta love that zest for life.

I'm sure there are many others who wish they had Ike's energy and fearless demonstration of his love of life and music.

Dorothy was in good company today when she stepped out with my 1960s, orange, frilly brolly; 1950s black and white hat; old jewellery, plus denim DIY messenger bag and walking shoes.

Glad I didn't wear heels - I nearly did.

I took a frilly fan along just in case it got hot.

How could I forget my favourite sunnies bought at an Auckland flea market a few years ago.
They're from the late 1940s from what I can remember the owner telling me.
These babies are coming out to play a lot more this summer.

Here are a few pics of a couple of messenger bags I made ages ago but never got around to putting up detail shots.

The blue bag is made out of a pair of jeans that were too big but I couldn't part with.

I cut the jeans off at the crotch, turned them inside out and sewed the bag closed along the crotch-line, taking in the spare fabric in a small fold.
I made curved edges, sewed the button opening closed (leaving the zip in) and made a flap and strap out of a jeans leg.
They had big flared legs so a generous sized flap was easy.
I used spare fabric for the lining and some spotty fabric for a pocket.
I had an old pillowcase that died so I cut out the embroidered part and sewed it onto the flap before the lining was stitched to the denim bag.
Decorated with badges.

And here's the one I made for my little lady out of scrap fabrics that she chose out of my stash.

I love her choice of badges and vintage brooches; I did a simple running stitch by hand on the flap lining to make her feel special.

I love that she actually uses it a lot:).

Hope you're all having a wonderful Saturday! 

Desiree xoxo

Knock on Wood

I have my stylist to thank for today's floral touch.

Nice bit of springtime colour huh?

The Phoenix had a specialist appointment this afternoon and I thought I'd bring a little happiness to our day with this cotton, embroidered butterfly top I thrifted a couple of years ago.

I think it cost me about $5 and was barely worn at the time but it gets a lot of wear now and every time I pop it on it seems to make people smile.

For those of you who have been wearing the wooden clog trend - do you find them a bit weird to walk in? 

I bought these from a vintage store a few years ago, they're not very high, the leather straps are super supple, but even after all this time, walking on wood still feels like walking on stilts.

Never mind, I still love them but do have to mind my step.

But I digress.

Here's a pic of my budding stylist who grabbed red hibiscus's for our ears straight after her trampolining lesson.

And donned a pair of mum's suede shoes.

You know, as you do.

 

Cute eh?

She's pretty chuffed about appearing here:).

These are the most comfortable jeans I have ever worn.

They're by Sadie and have a slightly high waist and are a wonderful indigo blue.

What happens when your favourite jeans die?

I hate to think.

Other accessories for the first summery day we've had this season are a 1970s denim patchwork bag, my Mona Lisa earrings, junk rings and 1950s bangles.

I think the neighbour's cat likes us better than her owners.

Excited about the weekend?

Yes!

Peachy Keen

Wearing peach and black reminds me of Prince in the 80s.

Wasn't there a song on the Sign 'O the Times album that referred to it?

He wasn't exactly my inspiration today, but I still love him for all his weirdness, it was my random selection of necklaces that began this outfit.

It wasn't until I was hunting around for a bag that I remembered my 1960s vanity case and in a flash of inspiration, thanks to the saucy Helga von Trollop, I grabbed it.

The dress is a very late 1930s/early 1940s number when this shade of peach crepe was all the rage.

Hemlines were start to get higher after the Great Depression's longer lengths.

I'm guessing it was made before the WWII clothing restrictions were implemented in 1942 in the U.S., as the intricate, draped bodice details would never have passed the War Production Board's strict guidelines.

The dress is from California.

Piling on the junk just seems so right.

I'm wearing glass beads from the 1930s, 1950s pearl strands and diamantes, a 1970s mirror pendant on a black satin ribbon and some gold junk thing.

Also wearing my fave "new" lucite bangles from Antique4Unique's Etsy shop.

Kitsch comic-print wedges and black eyeshadow compulsory;).