Cocktail Hour in the Waiting Room

I'm sure the receptionists at my doctor's surgery half-expected me to hand out a tray of martinis when I rolled in late yesterday afternoon.   
Can't say I blame them, I guess not many people attend their appointments in a 1940s beaded cocktail dress.

I snapped these off quickly before I dashed out before dark, as I haven't shown you this little number before.

This black rayon frock has held it's colour well.  That's what I love about rayon fabrics made between the 1930s-50s.  They appear to be in the same condition as when they were made, unless of course, some fool hangs them in direct sunlight.  
Oh, but this one just wouldn't be the same without the blue and purple beads would it?
The outfit actually started with the purple tights and shoes ... then I looked about for a (un)suitable frock to pair with them.

Bingo!

The frock was bought years ago from eBay, I can recall that it was a steal at around $15.

The vintage silver, leather, dancing shoes were thrifted for $4, the feather earrings were something like a buck.

Tights - Sock Dreams.

1960s handbag - gift from Nelly.

The coat is part of a 1960s three-piece woollen suit I thrifted a few years ago for the grand price of $20.

I was standing at the shop counter waiting to pay for some earrings when someone walked in and donated the suit to the lovely volunteer.
I spotted the jet-black, bobble-design fabric and froze.
The vultures started swooping just as I managed to pop the question: "Would it be OK if I had a look at that please?" **Just frickin' hand it over lady, it's coming home with me before these bitches tear my hair out!**
There was much audible gnashing of teeth and baring of claws by the gathering audience as I slapped a crumpled 20 on the counter and got out of there before you could say "collectible early-60s vintage".
The suit is made up of a lined shift dress, a long waist coat with green lining and the coat, which I wear the most.
I didn't realise until later that I'd walked through a spider web and it stuck on the bottom of the coat - hope I gave the spider a thrill, not a scare;).

Back to the frock, it's beaded front and back and has self-covered buttons both on the sleeves and at the back, which I choose to leave open because I'm not double-jointed.

Nearly 70 years old and not a bead missing.  Ha!

A big arse-squeeze to all you bloggers out there who spend precious moments popping in and saying hello - so many kind people and new visitors too - you are my sunshine:). Mwahh!
Desiree xo