The Betty Rubble Blue Blouse

I have found myself doing two very uncharacteristic, dare I say it, odd things in the last week. Number one – craving summer in a fairly major way. Any long time readers of this here blog will appreciate how utterly unlike me this is. I enjoy all things involving woolly socks, dark evenings and stew. I definitely do not enjoy my mascara dripping from my face by midday or the potential horror of having to lob an errant Frisbee back to a group of park dwellers as I scuttle between Starbucks and a nice cool museum. But! For some reason, perhaps because I had such a cracking summer last year and thoroughly intend to again, I am mega in the mood for afterhours drinks in beer gardens and long lazy weekends in the city.

The second weird thing I have found myself doing this week is lusting after and then actually purchasing an item of clothing I saw someone wearing on Instagram. The person in question was the very talented and always chic Sam Chapman of Pixiwoo fame, so I guess it’s not that surprising. Sam always looks like she is decked out head to toe in YSL so when I discovered that this blouse was Topshop I was all over it like a stylish if slightly creepy rash.

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I love this shade of blue. I suppose it is cornflower technically but I always refer to it as Betty Rubble blue, and as demonstrated by the diminutive Stone Age sass pot, it’s a colour that looks great with dark brunette or black hair. So off I trotted, armed with a trusty gift card from Christmas (thanks Fiona) and after a few dead ends, picked up the item in question in Westfield. I wore it today with these Collectif trousers (which are now on facking sale! Typical) and felt like Faye Dunaway in Network, so mission accomplished really.
I heartily recommend you all go and buy one of these because A. it will work well as a ‘hey it’s spring, I better break up all of these winter florals and black jumpers with something perky just to show willing’ in the coming weeks. And B, a woman came up to me in Paperchase today and said that I looked nice, so there you go. Cancel Fashion Week! The voice of the people has spoken and she had excellent lipstick on.

If you do act on my faultless logic and purchase this, a word to the wise; there is a deceptively large amount of fabric knocking about in this number, so go for a smaller size than you anticipate. I got a size 6, which in Topshop-world is like a 2 or something because everything is very oddly sized in that place. I have no idea who decides the dimensions of Topshop clothes but I can only assume it is a little elf who is kept in a workshop/cave and has only ever seen one woman in their entire life to use as reference and she had breasts the size of Lola Ferraris and legs like Sponge Bob. I tried on this very nice dress at the same time as the Betty Rubble blouse and I honestly could have stashed a baby kangaroo down the front.

 

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Deco Dreams

Bride I

I always knew my sister was awesome, but when she asked me to be her Maid of Honour last year and followed up by saying I could pick my own dress, she went to some whole new level of awesome. I never really got round to showing you what I wore on the day (baited breath right guys?) but I really felt that such a lot of glitz deserved a viewing. The whole bridesmaid gang wore different but complimentary deco inspired embellished gowns. We all got to pick what we wanted and as luck would have it they all ended up coming from designer Adrianna Papell, so that added a nice level of continuity. One of the main criteria was that we could all wear the dresses again and there is no doubt that I will, maybe when the ban on prohibition is lifted? I had to get the gown shortened slightly because I’m on the wee side, and I went to the wonderful Nana at Splendid Stitches, who I trust with all of my delicate and vintage alterations. I wore these ridiculous sparkly silver platforms on the day, because I have no sense whatsoever but am the master of my own destiny.

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I did not wear this wig to the wedding, but I bought this bad boy from Selfridges when I was about sixteen and felt the old girl deserved some love. Also, final side note – for any Pretty Little Liars fans out there, I recently saw Ella wear this very dress in the most recent season. Not going to lie, I did a mini squeak.

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Bonjour Gretel

Apron F

So I realise that looking like a French maid in a ginger bread house isn’t everyone’s idea of a good time, but it sure is mine so here you go. When I saw this apron in Tallinn last year I knew for certain that I wouldn’t be doing any baking in it. The mixture of gothic and folk styles exhibited in this do something to my synapses on a fairly primitive level and I knew it would be something I would wear out and about over cute dresses. I actually took it for it’s first outing last October when I went to a pumpkin patch, because I’m the sort of idiot who dresses for every single cliché she can and it seemed like the right thing to do. I had pigtails too. I know, killing it.

This time I took the apron of dreams on a more grown up spin and paired it with my Courtney Love x Nasty Gal dress and my favourite Terry De Haviland shoes from about ten years ago.

Apron C

FYI, the apron of dreams makes me irritatingly sassy. Right, I best be off to polish that cauldron, the children will be arriving soon.

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