It seems I can't even be trusted to go out to pick up some bread and not come back with a new petticoat (or pair of shoes).
"You can always return it with the receipt if it doesn't fit" said the lady in the charity shop. "That's OK", it'll probably go straight into her dressing up box.", leaving it open whether said box belonged to a daughter, partner or me. And anyway at just £2, I'll more likely just donate it back.
But it was a keeper. And then I had an unexpected day to myself on Friday while L went to London.
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I'm definitely channelling my inner 1950s housewife here.
Then, because it been a long time since I had the opportunity, I'm afraid I got a bit carried away.
Probably overdoing the '50s look a bit. Or even forties from the style of the favourite red frock below. This was one of the first dresses I ever bought for myself some 40 years ago, and had been taken in and let out so many times there's almost none of the original stitching left. I love the slight puffed sleeves and flared skirt. I've loved to have worn this to the VE Day anniversary lunch party.
Amazing how a grey wig ages you (or reveals my true age).
I'll keep that one in reserve in case I get invited to the WI. (Who have, to their credit, re-stated that they are open to all women, regardless of why might be on their birth certificate.)
The red/ginger wig below left came from from Lynn, bless her.
And then, sadly, she has to go back in the box until next time.
xx
S
