A guide to style and good tailoring

Hi welcome to my own unique perspective on what constitutes style and individualism. The vast majority of the photos are taken using a mobile phone camera and I have no make up on.......

I'm in my late 30's and I'm also a widow which probably explains why I look so god damn hot in black, well that and being an ivory skinned pale red head! It also documents my wardrobe, so many people seem fascinated by my clothes and compliment me for how I look wearing them.

It is one woman's campaign against Jeans, Tracksuits and Ugg Boots!

More importantly it's about altering your view on life and trying to do the right thing even though it isn't always the easiest.

This blog is a story in taking pride in yourself and not letting yourself go, or settling for second best because you know what girls? No one really is better than someone if they don't treat you like a Queen................

Tuesday, 30 April 2013

Happy Hawaii five 0 Day Caz!

Happy Hawaii five 0 day Caz! You are the best big little sister I could have asked for. I hope you have a wonderful day.

Hard as it is to believe on this day in 1963 my sister was born, and it was a momentous event. My big sister is truly tiny, she make me look ginormous which I kind of enjoy it isn't often that I get to be the biggest LOL Her tiny frame hides a huge heart and a large laugh. I have to confess most of the amusing family stories generally end up through series of unfortunate circumstances with my sister and I sharing a bed. 

You are a dedicated follower of Pandora, you have a PhD in Hope, so keep that box safe and remember that a bit of faith in a better tomorrow is all you need.

I'm lucky to have you, Love you loads Caz XxX.
Today you’re 50

No doubt, for lost youth you hunger

But remember these words of wisdom
“No wise woman ever wished to be younger.”
So put up with your old joints

While embracing your new wisdom
Five decades on, and you’re still ticking
Nowhere in sight is that bucket for kicking

Happy Hawaii 5 0 day :) Given the celebration of 50 glorious years of my big sister and the hawaiian theme I just had to wear my hawaiian ocean dress. I remember explaining it to Jo - "Yeah it's fab it's turquoise, it's got turtles and dolphins and fish and atolls and everything on it"..........She was a bit worried as I was wearing it to her friends wedding, but when you see it, it works. I love it, we call it my finding nemo frock (there are no clown fish on the hawaiian ocean print dress).

There are three songs i have to pick for today

1. The theme to Hawaii 5 0 because it is good to dance too
2. London Calling - The Clash because it is my sisters favourite
3. Fluorescent Adolescent - it wouldn't be a family do without it! 

Dress: Sarong wrap in Hawaiian Ocean print by Viven of Holloway
Shoes: Aldo

£1 or whatever amount up to £10


Unfortunately, youth is no longer on your side
You’re most decidedly over the hill
But on the bright side, old age and treachery
Will always beat youth and skill.

Monday, 29 April 2013

I'm hell on heels .....

I'm hell on heels,
Say what you will
I've gone and made the devil a deal,
He made me pretty, 
He made me smart,
Now I'm going to ................

Pimp myself mercilessly for charity

£1 or whatever amount up to £10

Dress: Military Secretary by Pinup Girl Clothing
Shoes: Aldo

Sunday, 28 April 2013

Babycham - The drink of happiness!

Lazy day Sundays are the best, but I also like a Sunday afternoon filled with old movies when you get chance to reflect. I love the black and white movies, a time when the plot, the script and peoples acting ability mattered more than the special effects. It is a shame but we seem to live in a world where the superficial look of something can matter more than its substance. I much prefer substance.

When you are having an afternoon of indulgence, with the likes of Casablanca then you have to make the effort. I am a soft touch for floral prints, especially roses. They are pretty and feminine, apparently "floral prints are on trend" so I apologise for my "on trendness" in advance. Sometimes the fashionista's steal ideas from the people with style, you just have to remind yourself that actually when they copy  you it's a compliment. 

If you are indulging on a Sunday then you can't beat a babycham, it is the ultimate 50s drink and I like it because it comes in tiny bottles which suits me as I have little tolerance to alcohol and find half a pint challenging. 

Grandma (of sewing fame and Matriarchal Marv) has original babycham glasses, they say babycham in blue on base and they have the little deer on the glass. She was so kind and lent them to us so we could put htem on the blog.

I chose the dress to co-ordinate with the babycham bottle which is a lovely turquoise, powdery blue. It is "The drink of happiness" (that's the tag line). It is funny because babycham is really Perry which happens to be Marv's name too, which is also "Pear cider" LOL 

I do like the Vivien of Holloway dresses. I think the halterneck is one of the most flattering shapes for your shoulders and combined with a sweetheart neckline it is just pretty feminine and flattering. I love the way the tops are so fitted and the skirts so full. I must confess it is a skirt to twirl around in.

Dress: 1950s halterneck circle skirt in turquoise rose by Vivien of Holloway
Shoes: Mary Janes in white by Bordello

Saturday, 27 April 2013

High 5 day :)

Well you have to laugh when you get high 5 wherever you go thanks to facebook! And there I was thinking that it was just my shorts and good looks :) Hehe

I love bright primary colours, they are cheerful and look great in the sunshine. The top is called Doris, and seems to generate the compliments "love the lapels" not something you expect to hear. Still it is a pretty top and it is flattering too. I love the bright blue shorts, they are tailored with a high waist.

Top: Doris in Red Pinup girl clothing
Shorts: Tailored shorts in blue sateen
Shoes: Schuh

Friday, 26 April 2013

Star Trek, Mission Impossible, The Untouchables and voice of audacity in the face of apathy

This was the blog I wanted to write:
I loved "I love Lucy when I was young" I thought Lucille Ball was brilliant. It also didn't hurt that Desilu her production company was responsible for Star Trek, Mission Impossible and The Untouchables. Desilu later became Paramount Television. Lucille Ball was one of the more popular and influential stars of her era and had one of the longest Hollywood careers. She died today in 1989

She also coined two of my favourite phrase:

Once in his life, every man is entitled to fall madly in love with a gorgeous redhead.

The secret of staying young is to live honestly, eat slowly, and lie about your age.
I fail on the last part regarding lying about my age, there is no point. I am 38, and I agree whole heartedly with the comment on falling in love with a red head.
If Marilyn was the iconic blond, and Bettie Page the iconic dark haired beauty then for me Lucille Ball was the iconic red head of the 1950's, she was good at whatever she turned her hand to and she also appreciated the most important thing you can do is to love yourself. She was a model, comedienne, actress and entrepreneur. If you swap actress for dancer then we aren't that dissimilar.
This is what I feel compelled to say:
Hyundai apparently believe that showing a man trying to taking his own life in one of their cars is good marketing. It shows the pipe attached to the exhaust leading into the car, and the man sitting there waiting to die as he inhales the fumes.
A few moments later the garage lights come back on, and the man opens the garage door. The tag line is, “The New ix35 with 100% water emissions.”
Yes, very tasteful. Nothing like making fun of people with mental illness, is there Hyundai?
I can imagine some of the other ideas that Hyundai and Innocean are also discussing right now:
  • A cancer patient is shown dying in a hospital bed, and asks for one last drink of water. They wheel them out to the ix35′s exhaust pipe and instruct them to drink away
  • A family in a drought ridden country is shown holding their cupped hands under the ix35′s exhaust, dying for a drink of water.
Seeing such a vivid depiction of the end of a man’s life — to sell cars — is not just in poor taste. It is cold, callous, thoughtless, and even mean-spirited. As though human life is worth so little, we can demonstrate someone failing at taking their own life to help promote the attributes of this stupid pile of metal. A Hyundai.

It is distressing to anyone who has lost someone to suicide, I know it made me think of Adrian's last moments. I cannot imagine how it made people feel who had lost a loved one to this method.
My husband never drove a Hyundai  thanks to that advert neither will I! 
Today's dress is a circle skirt, because sometimes we have to come full circle. The print is called "city" and it depicts scenes of city life with greens, blues and purples overlaid. Imagine a creative way of depicting a cleaner city, perhaps due to lower car emissions  I don't need to say anything else about why I chose this dress today. 
Dress: 1950s halterneck circle skirt dress in City print in Green by Vivien of Holloway
Shoes: Aldo

I Am Alive
By: Jeff Shuck

I may have lost my brother, my sister, my parent, my child, my spouse, my friend, but I am a survivor of the long dark night of unspeakable loss, the unbearable pain, of my own darkness... and I am alive.
I am unwilling to stand idly by and allow shame to defeat love, or silence to defeat action.
I stand for the enlightenment of a society that would hide from suicide, that would avoid, that would pretend... and I am alive.
I am unwilling for my perseverance to be in vain, 
unwilling for the passing of my loved one to be in shame. 
I loved them more than I loved myself and their life will have meaning in my action. I am resolved..., and I am alive.
In a world blinded by the pursuit of pleasure, I am here to say that people are in pain. 
In a world rushing to get ahead, I am here to say that people are being left behind.  
In a world obsessed with the value of the market, I am here to speak for the value of life..., and I am alive.
This will be no quiet fight, for I am the voice of audacity in the face of apathy.  
I am the spirit of bravery in a world of action.  I am a commitment to action in the face of neutrality. 
I am out of the darkness; I am into the light. And, I am alive.

My Promise

Someone I loved very much has ended their own life. I will never truly know 
all that was happening in their mind that brought them to that tragic choice.  However, there are things of which I can be reasonably certain... 

— If they were here, even they could not fully explain their mindset or answer all of my questions. 

— In their state of mind, they could not have fully comprehended the reality of their own death. 

— They could not have fully appreciated the devastating impact their suicide would have on the people in their life. 

As such, by their last act, they made their most tragic mistake, unknowingly 
creating unparalleled pain in the hearts of those whom they most loved. 
The person I lost is beyond my help now in every way but one: 
I can help them by working to ease the pain they have caused 
and by not allowing their most enduring legacy to be one of 

They benefit from this help whether or not I perceive them as welcoming it, in the same way that we help the aggressor whenever we nurse his victim—by minimizing the damage he has caused. 

As a result, each and every day, I can help the person I lost by... 

...enjoying life. 
...smiling and laughing. 
...not dwelling in feelings of sadness or remorse. 
...loving others. 
...taking new steps in life toward positive new horizons. 
...helping those who feel their loss to do the same. 
...and, in short, not letting their mistake continue to create sorrow, neither in the world around me, nor in myself. 

I will try to picture my lost loved one asking me to do this every day—to please help undo the damage they caused in whatever little ways possible. And I promise that I will.

Thursday, 25 April 2013

By the sword divided

Today in 1599 Oliver Cromwell was born. Best known as the Lord High Protector he led the round heads in the English Civil War against King Charles I, as politicians they were called Ironsides. He was a key figure in one of Britain's most troubled periods. I remember watching the series "By the sword divided" as a child, and seeing how it quite literally tore families apart.

One of the people who shared Cromwell's fate was John Bradshaw, the man who was the judge of King Charles I and the only man to write and the first to sign the death warrant of a king came from the place that I live. Now where it gets really interesting is that he was posthumously executed, his body along with that of Cromwell and Cromwell's son-in-law were exhumed, they were hung from the gallows at Tyburn before being beheaded at sunset, 12 years after the death of Charles I.

Strangely I think when it comes to the civil war I would have been a leveller cavalier. I have no trust in politicians so I like the fact that the monarchy exist to stop them doing things like voting for the parliamentary term to be extended or it is period altered to what say 25 years?

Cromwell's coat of arms and that of the protectorate were mainly blue, and the place where his family lived was demolished to make way for a school, so I am wearing something that is scholarly with something blue. I really do like this pinafore dress, you can wear it with so many different tops getting lots of different looks.

Dress: Pencil Jumper dress in black by Bettie Page clothing
Jumper: Pull Over in Teal by Bettie Page clothing
Shoes: Kurt Geiger

Wednesday, 24 April 2013

Cloud 9, the unknown etymology of an idiom

Cloud nine is an idiom referring to a state of elation or happiness, like many idioms it's etymology is undcertain. A commonly heard explanation is that the expression originated as one of the classifications of cloud which were defined by the US Weather Bureau in the 1950s, in which 'Cloud Nine' denotes the fluffy cumulonimbus type that are considered so attractive. Another explanation is that the phrase derives from Buddhism and that Cloud Nine is one of the stages of the progress to enlightenment of a Bodhisattva (one destined to become a Buddha).

Neither of these explanations holds water. To begin with, both the cloud classifications and the Buddhist stages to enlightenment have ten levels. To single out the last but one stage of either is rather like attributing the source of the 'whole nine yards' to American Football where it is ten yards rather than nine that is a significant measure.

This dress is called Cloud 9, the last time I wore it I can genuinely say I was a long way from feelings of elation or happiness and somehow that is worse because I actually wore it last at a wedding. Don't get me wrong I was very happy for the bride and groom I was made up for them. It was my cousins wedding, wanting to feel happy for other people why I was there and I wanted them to know that I was there for their special day. I am glad in many respects that my Dad raised me to have more front than a row of terraced houses and as much bottle if not more than United Dairies if he hadn't I would have never managed to get through that day. I had buried my husband two days before and in two days time I faced my first wedding anniversary as a widow. Not the best place to be finding yourself when it comes to celebrating weddings. 

It is time to reclaim it. It is such a beautiful happy dress.

Dress: Cloud 9 by Bettie Page Clothing
Shoes: Kurt Geiger


Tuesday, 23 April 2013

Here be dragons!

It is Saint George's day today, the patron saint of England, he is famous for killing dragons. Not something that I hold with personally!
So whilst every girl dreams of her knight in shining armour, I hope that when mine turns up he realises that killing the dragon isn't going to win me over, and is probably not the best way forwards. 

Rather than celebrate St George I am going to make a stand for Dragons! Like the one who lived down my plug hole and kept me safe from the wardrobe monsters when my Dad wasn't there. My Dad called him Grendall.

I remember the first time I went to Jo's house, it was already apparent how similar we were but yet at the same time different. When I walked into her conservatory it was amazing, we both collected Enchantica dragons! What were the chances of that? Our mutual love of dragons and randomness sealed out friendship, and as the saying goes "the rest is history"! So dragons have a very special place in my heart.

I love my Vivien of Holloway Sarong dresses, they are flattering and feminine and I love the colourful prints. This is one of my favourite ones, the blue reminds me of Lapis Lazuli, and the gold embossed dragons reminds me of the tiny flecks of gold you get in good quality lapis lazuli. 

No other country on earth has such rich dragon lore as the British Isles. Our tiny little homeland is crawling with legends of these beasts. Several species of dragon were said to dwell in Britain.

Dress: Sarong Dress in Dragon Print by Vivien of Holloway
Shoes: Schuh


Also known as the heraldic dragon, or firedrake, this is the dragon par-excellence; the most well known of all dragon types, the most widespread, and the most powerful. The true dragon is a gigantic reptilian beast with four legs. It sports two leather, bat-like wings and is covered with armored scales. Its head is usually depicted with horns or a crest. It has a spined tail and savage teeth and claws. The true dragons main weapon, however, is its breath; its most famous attribute being the jets of flame that it spat from its jaws.

This was the ultimate challenge for a folk hero or knight. The true dragon was almost impossible to kill. It had only one vulnerable spot on its whole body, and this was usually well hidden. In many, although not all, legends these creatures protected a horde of treasure. They are also attributed magical powers such as invisibility and self healing. Dragons such as these often laid waste to vast areas and put whole communities under siege.

The true dragon occurs more often than any other type in British legend.


Sometimes rendered wyrm (from the Norse orm and the Germanic vurm) the worm runs a close second in its number of appearances in British legends. It is, in essence, a titanic snake. These limbless giants often grew from tiny innocuous looking serpents, a motif also found in the folklore of China and Scandinavia.

Worms did not breathe fire but spat venom or blew blasts of poisonous gas. A worm would often poison whole areas, withering crops. As well as its deadly bite and breath, the worm crushed its prey in monstrous coils like an outsized python or anaconda.

Worms also had some odd attributes. They seemed fond of milk (an odd diet for a reptile) and would often suckle from cows. Some were placated by being given troughs of milk. They were also known for being able to rejoin severed sections of their bodies, making them exceedingly hard to kill.

The wyvern resembles the true-dragon in many ways. It is a reptilian, winged monster that brings death and destruction. It fulfils the same roll in legends as its relative - a guardian of treasure, and an obstacle to be defeated by a hero. The main difference between the two creatures is that the wyvern has only two legs, as opposed to the dragons four. Many wyverns sport scorpion-like stings in their tails. They have a bats wings, and a snake-like head and neck. The legs are eagle-like, with curved-talons. Like the true dragon, the wyvern’s head is often furnished with horns or a crest. Wyverns were generally smaller than true dragons. Most wyverns flew, but some were earthbound and crawled despite having wings.

Wyverns were believed to be disease carriers, spreading pestilence wherever they appeared. Plague outbreaks and illnesses of both humans and livestock were blamed upon them. Some wyverns breathed fire in the fashion of true-dragons, while others spewed forth a noxious poison gas.


 Of all the British dragons the basilisk was the smallest, most being only a few feet long at their maximum. It was believed that occasionally - in old age - a rooster could lay an egg. If such an uncommon egg were to be incubated by a snake or toad, and successfully hatch, then a basilisk would emerge.

What the basilisk lacked in size it made up for in deadliness. Its death-dealing powers came not from fiery-breath or tooth and claw but from its withering glare. Any creature that caught the eyes of the basilisk would fall dead. The one exception to this was the weasel. It was believed that God never created a bane without creating some cure for it, like the stinging nettle and the dock-leaf. The dragons own gaze was as lethal to itself as to any other creature. Hence, its own reflection would kill it stone-dead! Equally, for some cryptic reason, the sound of a cock crowing at dawn would also kill the basilisk.

The basilisk usually took the form of a small snake with a crest resembling a rooster’s comb, or a crown. In later stories, they looked like a horned rooster with the tail of a snake. In this form it was referred to as a cockatrice.

The gwiber is a legless winged serpent. In appearance it is half way between the wyvern and the worm. The word gwiber is a corruption of viper. Most of the British winged serpent stories come from Wales. In Wales, gwibers actually outnumber the more familiar type of dragon that we see even today on the Welsh flag. Gwibers did not usually breathe fire, but they had a highly venomous bite.

The Welsh had some strange folklore pertaining to the genesis of the gwiber. It was believed that serpents loved milk, and would - given the chance - suckle from cows. Women’s milk was favoured even more, but if an ordinary snake drank the milk of a woman it would grow into a gwiber. Nursing-women had to be careful not to let any of their milk fall to the floor where a snake might lap it up, or to fall asleep on the ground where a snake might reach their breasts.

Another strange quirk of Welsh gwiber tales is that they are never killed by a knight or any sort of nobleman. It is always a shepherd, farm hand, or some other peasant-lad who puts paid to the gwiber with his wits.

Monday, 22 April 2013

Today is brought to you by the numbers 8,7 and 6

On this date in 1509 Henry the VIII th ascended to the throne in Britain. I find it interesting that he is remembered for reformation, essentially transforming Britain from a Catholic to a Protestant nation and for having nearly as many wives as Elizabeth Taylor had husbands!

I have always found it amusing in an ironic way that the title "Defender of the Faith" or if you prefer Fidei defensor was actually conferred upon Henry by the Pope for his book, Assertio Septem Sacramentorum (Defence of the Seven Sacraments), which defended the sacramental nature of marriage and the supremacy of the Pope. It seems somewhat ironic that at school you remember the rhyme divorced, beheaded, died, divorced, beheaded, survived!

So we have 8 for Henry being the eight to carry his name, seven for the sacraments and six for the number of wives!

This dress is fab, it is affectionately called the prison warden because an old boss of mine said that's what the colour reminded him off, so tongue in cheek I am wearing it because if you were one of the wives of Henry the 8th a visit to the Tower of London was highly likely.

I adore the cornflower blue in this dress, I love slightly muted, or earthy colours as they suit my skin tone. I find peter pan collars hard to resisted because they remind me to stay young at heart. The matching buttons down the front make this a really sweet work dress. I also like the the skirt is a little fuller.

This is another grandma revamp, restyle and rebuild. Grandma takes shrinking things by 4 to 5 dress sizes in her stride, she fires up the sewing machine equivalent of a Bugatti veyron! You should hear it, it has a serious engine and kind of purrrsss like a lion would.  

Dress: Peggy in Denim originally by Bettie Page Clothing, restyled and revamped by Grandma AKA Matriarchal Marv and seamstress to the stars (oh and if you think the alterations are fab, wait until you see what Grandma makes!!!!)
Shoes: Kurt Geiger

Sunday, 21 April 2013

The things my Father said

In memory of my Dad:

My Dad Loved maths it was his passion.

Dad often remarked it wasn't that he didn't believe in god, just that the odds of his existence were vanishingly small and tended so close to zero as to not be significantly different. He also reckoned there was statistically speaking there was a greater chance that Jesus was the son of an alien than the son of god. I have wondered over the last 9 years whether my Dad was surprised at the end? All I know is this, if my Dad got a surprise then his maker got a shock!

People often said my Dad was one in a million, but my Dad was far more one in a million.

He was one in all the people are are, that have been as well as those that yet may be, my Dad was 1 in 13.5 Billion (give or take 10 million) and it is of comfort to me that as the time passes my Dad gets more unique.

My Dad was the height of a discontinued line, a one off and it was his view of life that made him so special.

If we were to view life as a journey then many would say that it is not where you start but where you finish that counts.

My Dad however, saw the world a little differently; he saw the world through his special tinted mathematics glasses. He believed it was how you got from A to B that mattered, the start and the finish were not as important as the path you took between the two.

He often said "The path from A to B is rarely a straight line love, (takes a smoke of his pipe, and wiggles his feet)......except in GCSE Maths, but that's a special case!".

It was my Dad's certain knowledge that there were multiple solutions or routes that you could take, that gave him the eyes to see the potential in everyone; He knew there was always more than one way of getting there and that most of them were valid. That is why my Dad always supported us whichever path we took.

My Dad saw maths everywhere and he lived his life by it, he:

Added to friendship and understanding
Subtracted sorrow and pain
Multiplied joy and happiness
and always left love undivided

After all as he always said, we are here to add what we can to life, not to take (or subtract) from it.

My Dads life lasted three hundred and sixty four million, fifteen thousand eight hundred and forty minutes and for me that number is by no means large enough, but perfect numbers like perfect men are hard to find!

I have my Dad to thank for many things, including my mind thanks to you I am neither left nor right brained, my eccentricity as well as my sense of style. I miss your waistcoats and pocket watches, your Inverness cape and deerstalker! I miss your hats. The chink of your pipe on the ash tray, the knotting of handkerchiefs, the furious foot wiggling when you were solving a problems. I miss the maths scribbled over graph paper, your raucous belly laugh which was bigger than heart. Most of all though I just miss you.

My Dad loved music. He used to listen to in and conduct it in the dark as he puzzled maths questions. When I was little I used to dance, leap and swril around the house to his music and I remember him laughing at me as Dad's do at the spontaneity of children. He was a big man but light on his feet and an amazing dancer. I remember how he could never resist the twist at families do and still went all the way down well into his 50s! 

Given his eccentric style and his love of big bands I thought it would be fun to wear my Telstar band print dress. My Dad would have enjoyed the tailoring and the quirky print!

Dress: Halterneck circle dress in Telstar print by Vivien of Holloway
Shoes: Kurt Geiger

Saturday, 20 April 2013

And so it was declared, Saturday is shorts day

There was a long tradition of Capri pant Friday, which involved The Cure and Crunchie. That tradition fell away once I could wear Capri pants when ever I wanted at work. The song changed too as did the chocolate indulgence.

So it is time to start a new one, from henceforth Saturday is shorts day. Part of this is because I get annoyed when so called "fashion editors" say things like women over 30 shouldn't wear shorts, gingham or have long hair. But then bless them these are the people who describe some horrific outfits as "On trend". 

I see it as my reason d'etre to show them that actually whether you can wear shorts or not depends on your legs not your age. On the topic of gingham and long hair, then I am with Coco Chanel, you have the face nature gave you at 20 and the face you deserve at 40. I will be wearing my hair long, loving gingham and wearing shorts (not to mention daisy dukes) for as long as I can. I've been breaking the rules for 8 years now, and I love it!

Marv and I have had the debate about when it is time to hang up the shorts and playsuits, that's what is great about a best friend they tell you when something doesn't suit you 

These blue sateen tailored shorts are fab, they were so good I also bought them in red and black! I love that they are shiny, they look really nice teamed with a blue gingham halterneck. This is a look that doesn't date, it just looks nice and summery.  

Shorts: Blue Sateen Shorts by Laura Byrnes at Pinup Girl Clothing
Top: Halterneck in Blue Gingham by Vivien of Holloway

Friday, 19 April 2013

Afternoon infusions

As you know I am a huge fan of the 1940's style Tea Dress, if only because you can probably do an assault course in this dress thanks to the wrap over effect of the skirt. They really did think of everything - look good whilst running to the air raid shelter! This design is in my opinion the The best tom boy in disguise dress ever

I love the femininity of the simple design combined with a beautiful floral print. It has a pretty sweetheart neckline with straight sides which acts to draw attention to your face. The sleeves are wrap over too and so have interest when viewed side on. The little pleat at the waist just finishes the design off.

I'm not a tea drinker, tea is poison to monkey's. YAK. In fact if I inadvertently find that I have been unfortunate enough to consume tea, then it has me running for the nearest sink whilst I try to block out Mother saying "A lady never spits"...... I mentally caveat this with except when it is tea. I do like herbal infusions or tissanes though and this is an ideal dress to indulge in Afternoon Tea, though preferably with Champagne.

Dress: 1940 tea dress in Marguerite print by Vivien of Holloway
Shoes: Kurt Geiger

Thursday, 18 April 2013

Aye Aye Skipper

You can't go wrong with a nautical themed dress, they never date and are a staple of spring and summer wear. Grandma (AKA Matriarchal Marv) has played an absolute blinder with this dress. It needed taking in, now to be clear, we were talking by over half a foot, rather than a couple of inches! So Grandma is a superstar, I can have so much fun at the gym, it will be funny to see the other ladies faces when they see me putting on a "XXL" Hehe :) Grandma can't automagically change the tags like she can the size.

Skipper is an A-line dress with beautiful collar piped in red and blue, which is complimented with a necktie which is removable. The dress has a zip up the front which is unusual and it can be worn with or without a belt. It is a nice easy to wear dress that is great for work or shopping with the girls.

I love the bright cherry red, as I prefer red to navy when it comes to "nautical" clothes, as previously mentioned it is for two very sound reasons: 1) If I go overboard I do not want to be wearing a colour that blends in with the water, I want people to see me in the water 2) My school uniform was navy!

Whilst Skipper is meant to refer to the Captain I can't help but feel it refers to what the dress makes you want to do. I am convinced that if more people skipped places they would be happier, so I am in my own little way definitely a skipper!

As an aside I just want to say Samantha Cameron looked fab yesterday, I liked the fact that she wore a pussycat bow it was really sweet gesture. As for Ms Booth AKA Cherie Blair, oh dear lord what were you wearing on your head? In fact what were you wearing? Other than less make-up than your husband LOL. I can understand that she has no friends, but surely Tony can afford a mirror? You would have thought someone would have said something before she left the house.

Dress: Skipper in Red, Originally by Bettie Page Clothing Remodelled and revamped by Grandma, seamstress to the stars and Matriarchal Marv!

Shoes: Schuh

Wednesday, 17 April 2013

Paying your last respects to the Iron Lady

Today a nation get's to pay their last respects to one of the stronger leaders that we have had. You don't have to agree with a person politics to appreciate that they had the courage of their convictions and stood for what they believe is right. I sincerely hope that if anyone is planing anything that is disrespectful that they think better of this. I can only conclude that the people who would behave inappropriately at a funeral have never had to bury someone they care about. 

I am glad that "I vow to thee my country" is being played at her funeral, as it is a beautiful hymn that has been one of my favourites since Primary School along with Jerusalem.

"The love that asks no question, the love that stands the test,
That lays upon the altar the dearest and the best;
The love that never falters, the love that pays the price,
The love that makes undaunted the final sacrifice."


Love doesn't question because it is unconditional, it stands the test because it weathers the good time and the bad. You are prepared to make any sacrifice for the people that you love, you will literally crawl across broken glass for them and if necessary give up your life to keep to them safe. Love is constant even in the face of adversity, it is so unfaltering that you can unknowingly take it for granted and fail to appreciate it. Love's way of reminding us not to do this, is it comes at a high cost, no one escapes paying the price yet you still enter into it with your whole heart knowing the price of tears. Love is the strongest things there is, it survives death and is truly eternal.

Today's dress is black out of respect, simple understated and appropriate.

Dress: Marilyn by Stop Staring!
Shoes: Kurt Geiger

R.I.P Iron lady, a nickname that was as fair a description of your appearance as your politics: you wore your suits like armour, your helmet-like head of hair was as unshakeable as your beliefs, and your handbag was as feared a weapon as any brandished by Boadicea. 

Tuesday, 16 April 2013

Cheeky Tiki

I love Tiki dresses, Hawaii became a US state in 1959 and Tiki style carvings and bold Hawaiian prints were highly fashionable in the 1950's. I love bold, colourful prints and have done since I was a child. I think my love of prints is what first got me into pattern recognition.
Prints are like a quick pick me up. They just make you smile and feel happy it is like they bring the sunshine with them. I love turquoise blues so the background colour of the print reminds me of the skies in summer. The hibiscus flowers are just lovely, what is there not to like about hibiscus? I love hibiscus cordial like they serve in Egypt it is refreshing and a beautiful sumptuous color. The white, pink and golden yellows blend beautifully on this classic style tiki dress. You really would be amazed at the things this dress goes with I know I am!

Dress: Sarong Wrap in Hawaiian print by Vivien of Holoway
Shoes: Mary Janes in white by bordello