I can honestly say Helga is real.
Yes REAL I say!
From her gorgeous topknot to her delicate tippy-toes and all the firm, rumptious bits in between.
I cried when I first held her in my arms.
"You're real, you're real!" I screeched repeatedly.
Yep, real.
And she really made this amazing halter frock out of a curtain with her own fair hands!
Darling Kitty picked up our fair Queen from the airport and we met for screeching, crying and a nosh-up at Kitty's lovely cottage.
Helga arrived with wee gifts for Kitty and I, including a lovely little parcel from the darling V of Two Squirrels Vintage ... pics to come.
I had to get a shot of Helga's glorious Art Nouveau-style back tattoo, which I've admired for oh so long!
I had a 70s cotton frock for the Queen and then it was time for some frolicking dress-ups.
The 50s plastic earrings reminded me of fig leaves.
So what does one do with fig leaves, but wear them!
We were all in agreement of course.
Kitty gifted our Queen with a stack of glorious frocks, thereby doubling her weekend wardrobe.
All for the price of a bite on the arse.
Bargain!
Kitty took delivery of a beautiful 1950s duchess satin evening gown while we were there ... so beautiful!
Then it was off to Paddington for its oppy hunting grounds and much nipple tweaking.
Kitty demonstrates the super quality of this thick cotton 70s suit ... covet away.
A lovely burgundy 60s nylon nightgown, it was a bit over-priced for an oppy, but I could really see Helga rocking this saucy number.
Alas, after trawling the Paddington Antique Centre and stopping for coffee and non-stop chat, our time was up and Helga was on to the next chapter of her weekend.
I feel like I've known Helga for years now that I've met her and the three of us had the most thoroughly wonderful love-in.
Thank you Kitty and Helga for a day I will never forget!
Catch up on Kitty and Helga's wonderful posts and more memories to treasure forever:).
Molti baci,
Desiree xoxo
Yes REAL I say!
From her gorgeous topknot to her delicate tippy-toes and all the firm, rumptious bits in between.
I cried when I first held her in my arms.
"You're real, you're real!" I screeched repeatedly.
Yep, real.
And she really made this amazing halter frock out of a curtain with her own fair hands!
Darling Kitty picked up our fair Queen from the airport and we met for screeching, crying and a nosh-up at Kitty's lovely cottage.
Helga arrived with wee gifts for Kitty and I, including a lovely little parcel from the darling V of Two Squirrels Vintage ... pics to come.
I had to get a shot of Helga's glorious Art Nouveau-style back tattoo, which I've admired for oh so long!
I had a 70s cotton frock for the Queen and then it was time for some frolicking dress-ups.
The 50s plastic earrings reminded me of fig leaves.
So what does one do with fig leaves, but wear them!
We were all in agreement of course.
Kitty gifted our Queen with a stack of glorious frocks, thereby doubling her weekend wardrobe.
All for the price of a bite on the arse.
Bargain!
Kitty took delivery of a beautiful 1950s duchess satin evening gown while we were there ... so beautiful!
Then it was off to Paddington for its oppy hunting grounds and much nipple tweaking.
Kitty demonstrates the super quality of this thick cotton 70s suit ... covet away.
A lovely burgundy 60s nylon nightgown, it was a bit over-priced for an oppy, but I could really see Helga rocking this saucy number.
Alas, after trawling the Paddington Antique Centre and stopping for coffee and non-stop chat, our time was up and Helga was on to the next chapter of her weekend.
I feel like I've known Helga for years now that I've met her and the three of us had the most thoroughly wonderful love-in.
Thank you Kitty and Helga for a day I will never forget!
Catch up on Kitty and Helga's wonderful posts and more memories to treasure forever:).
Molti baci,
Desiree xoxo