Caped Crusades

I've been on a bit of a bender of the caped variety for the past three days in a row.

My heart is telling me to start blowing the cobwebs off my 1940s suits and frocks, but I'm starting slowly by cracking out some capes and furs.

Hello autumn!

I picked up the rice paper parasol from Aid for the Blind today and put it to good use pronto as I lost my beloved 1960s orange frilly brolly a couple of months ago.
Boo!

Chinese brolly, green granny bag, bracelets, metal locket, sequin beret, 1960s cape - thrifted

Glass bead necklaces - gifted by Miss Danni-Long-Legs

Black and silver ring - gifted by Queen Helga

1980s leather cut-offs - Bitching and Junkfood

VW Melissa Wings - Amazon

Top - dunno

I'm rather sleep-deprived this week, resulting in a rather nasty bout of tourettes-like behaviour.
Which means feeling knackered and close to blowing a gasket, but knowing if I don't make some sartorial effort, I'll feel worse.
So on Tuesday, blindingly bright leggings and a clashing 1960s Scottish wool tartan cape were just the thing to keep my pecker up.

Thank god for crazy leggings.
A year ago I swore off jeans and I'm still on the wagon.
I have leggings to thank for getting me through the past three days.
Oh and my beret to cover a couple of bad hair days of course. 

Sequin beret, pink frilly bag, green granny bag, vintage cape - thrifted

Tops - retail sales

Doc Martens - retail

Leggings - Black Milk

Sunnies - shop in Fitzroy, Melbourne

Brrrrrr ... a bright but chilly Monday morning and hell I look tired!!
Quick, grab something, anything to get the kids and I out the door on time.

I woke up with enormous bags under my eyes but too exhausted to wear anything more than mascara and red lippy - the secret to looking half-alive as opposed to half-dead.
Plus, something super-shiny to take the focus off my face.
(Oops, sticker under my shoe!)

Aren't these wrist-warmers just gorgeous?
I felt quite the dandy wearing these little frilly darlings knitted by the very clever Nelly.
And what with this 1960s cape from Queen Helga to flap about it in and some confetti nail polish, I think I managed to fool everyone into thinking I was actually awake.

Oh the irony of crouching over a sewer and feeling like crap - hehehe!

1960s peach and silver cape, Frida brooch on tiara - gifted by darling Helga

Fur mouse clips (on cape) - gifted by the beautiful violinist and bunny-lover, Claire

Frilly wool wrist warmers - gifted by lovely Nelly

Shoes - F21 sale

Pink lace bag, green granny bag, plastic tiara, earrings, other brooches - thrifted

1940s green glass necklace - De Mille Vintage, Melbourne

Pearl strand - Circa Vintage, Melbourne

Leggings - Black Milk

Crappy black cardigan and top - ummm ... what I woke up in.

 Mother's Day on Sunday was so lovely.
I have four awesome kids that are so kind and loving.
Plus I love that a couple of hours of hair and glitter make up playtime with The Stylist is a tonic for both of us.
Love,
Desiree xo