Patched Up

I blame Woodstock, Janis Joplin, Carol King, Joni Mitchell and Seventeen Magazine for my long-standing obsession with patchwork clothing.
As the youngest of seven, I spent most of the 70s trawling my siblings' record albums featuring the landmark festival and countless other groups and singers.
As a youngster, the music was all about the clothes and velvet or cotton patchwork pieces seemed to be the mark of the true rocker.
Patchwork helped plant the seeds of my lust for a crazy mix of folk, blues and 70s rock-inspired clothing.
Now I finally have the perfect 70s patchwork dress that I wished for as a child.

I bought it for $1 in a Dandelion Vintage sale - unbe-frickin-lievable.

 

Pure cotton handmade squares attached to the bodice of a 60s store-bought dress.  I nearly passed out when I finally unwrappedmy new best friend.  How fickle of me;).

I decided it needed a bit of platform height so I wearing it with Urban Sole leather and cane wedges, 70s tooled leather bag, oriental parasol and a couple of junky knick-knacks.

A big thank you to that glorious beauty Crimson Rosella who interviewed me for her new Sunday Blogger feature:).