I'm Not Dressed Up

If someone invited me to an event requiring a dress code, I'm not sure what I'd wear.
I'm so steeped in dressing to please myself that an evening frock, tail coat, floral tiara or a tutu have simply become daily wear.
Does it make special events less special?
I have no idea ... I rarely go anywhere fancy.
Neglecting a clothing collection due to a sparse social calendar doesn't sit well with a vintage-aholic, thus my decision to wear what I love every single day, everywhere I go.
I figure if I'm lucky, I've got another 40-odd years on this planet.
That's potentially a long spell of "greige" track pants and hoodies if I fancy merely existing in a half-life.
Sod that, I'm wearing it all!
I'm gonna grow old disgracefully.

This is the striped blazer I op-shopped from Aid for the Blind ... I'm so happy with it I feel a Welcome Home Helga SQUEEEEEEEEEEE coming on!
I'm probably breaking about 379 military dress codes here - YAY!!!

Oh and due to popular demand (yes, I'm talking to you!)  and encouragement from The Phoenix, I dashed back to Aid for the Blind on Saturday, praying the red and purple regimental evening jacket was still there.

Bingo! 

Mama's got another jacket ... which means, according to Vix's very clever rules, something has to leave my wardrobe.

I've already had a massive wardrobe clear out so I think I can spare the room for two new, awesome vintage jackets!

I felt some old-time curls, glittery shoes and shiny prosti pants were just the thing to loosen up this jolly-good-pip-pip-eh-what-blazer.

Pink rose headband - my shop, Sassy Vamps!

Spiked headband - from my FB friend, Queenie

1930s refashioned onsie into top - eBay

Leggings - Black Milk

Blazer, earrings - thrifted

Shoes, beaded collar, locket, beauty case - markets

Johnny Cash pendant - Etsy

Sunnies - shop in Fitzroy, Melbourne

I had an hour to kill while The Stylist was at ballet and got accosted by nearly every Dick, Dora and Diane on the street!

Sitting having a quiet coffee in the sunshine, two lovely women introduced themselves, shook hands with me and asked if they could take photos - they were so sweet!

They had spent a fruitful morning trawling our prolific local oppys and looked very happy with themselves:).

Then my ole mate Ike came along with a massive boom box strapped to his walker, belting out some Red Hot Chilli Peppers.
Ike is an 88-year-old engineer who fought during the WWII D-Day landings then helped rebuild post-war Berlin.
In Hanover, he met his beloved late-wife who used to dress like Carmen Miranda (I've seen the pics!).
While Ike and I chatted away happily, passers-by constantly stopped for a eyeful or a photo.
One woman walked by and said "I love your hat".
Ike snapped back, "Well I love myself" then got up and did a jig to his music.  Heheee!
Bless.

And that my friends, is the moral of the story ... don't wait for special occasions to wear your favourite things, you may never get the chance.

Love your life, wear what makes you feel like a shining star, don't stop learning and most importantly ... stick it to the man!
Molti baci,
Desiree xoxox