tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82142519457122822692024-03-13T05:37:48.820-07:00opshopgirlOp shop girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15077867766894030459noreply@blogger.comBlogger16125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8214251945712282269.post-28190592336350399062011-07-07T14:35:00.000-07:002011-07-08T01:51:45.851-07:00Dusty and Dylan<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yHqKcWvvrDA/ThYlWg77vfI/AAAAAAAAAHY/fCLreox_vrM/s1600/IMG_1146.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yHqKcWvvrDA/ThYlWg77vfI/AAAAAAAAAHY/fCLreox_vrM/s320/IMG_1146.JPG" width="309px" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div>Last Tuesday, after running amok at playgroup for a couple of hours with my daughter (well she was running amok, I was more following and apologising...), I decided to treat myself to a little mooch round the charity and vintage shops in Headingley. My little girl was pretty chilled out in her pushchair and seemed happy enough to point out hats, flowers and inflatable palm trees for fifteen minutes while I rummaged.<br />
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</div><div>I'd spotted new vintage shop on the block Dusty and Dylan (www.dustyanddylan.com) a few weeks ago and been meaning to make a trip there. It's a pretty sweet little shop selling reasonably priced vintage clothes including a wide choice of dresses, most of which were around the £20 mark, plaid shirts and boots. There's plenty of stuff to keep both girls and boys happy and I plan to make a trip back at some point to pick up some shirts for my husband. As I walked in they were playing the Jenny and Johnny album which instantly made my day. I tried on a few things, including something from the £5 bargain basket which I realised after failing to put it on properly was actually a culotte playsuit and not a dress hence why I'd had such difficulties pulling it over my head. </div><div><br />
</div><div>I ended up buying this black leather skirt which was £15. It's tulip shaped and I like it a lot...but - what to wear it with? I'm a little late to the party with the whole leather trend that's been around for a while. I think leather skirts look great when dressed down with a t-shirt and flat shoes or trainers to stop them looking too, well, trashy. However I'm a bit wondered that I'm not (whisper it) <i>edgy</i> enough to get away with it. Hmmm, watch this space... </div><div><br />
</div><div>black leather skirt: Dusty and Dylan, £15</div>Op shop girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15077867766894030459noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8214251945712282269.post-64731077909165122642011-07-04T12:58:00.000-07:002011-07-04T13:01:15.812-07:00Clearing out the clutter<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ua9tEpUZQa8/ThIZDDOvVCI/AAAAAAAAAHU/JAP1Au4XqOo/s1600/IMG_1131.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ua9tEpUZQa8/ThIZDDOvVCI/AAAAAAAAAHU/JAP1Au4XqOo/s320/IMG_1131.jpg" width="164" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ua9tEpUZQa8/ThIZDDOvVCI/AAAAAAAAAHU/JAP1Au4XqOo/s1600/IMG_1131.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a>We've now been in our current house for over a year, which finally makes it the place that we've lived in the longest since going travelling in 2008. We're actually putting down roots. I still spend far longer than I should checking out other houses on RightMove, even though we've promised that this is it, whatever the problems with the house, no matter that with its anaglypta wallpaper and cream carpets it's not our dream house, we're committing to it and making it our home. We've now got to the point at which we're starting to decorate, which is very, very exciting. What's most exciting of all is that we're planning to have our bedroom finished by the end of the summer (we're giving ourselves very reachable targets). I've chosen the wallpaper (Marimekko whose prints I love so much - check it out here: http://www.wallpaperdirect.co.uk/products/brewers/lumimarja/74627) and the next step is to strip the walls and get them plastered. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">I recently re-discovered this silk blazer in a bag of clothes when emptying out the clutter from our spare bedroom in preparation for decorating. I bought it four years ago for £4 from a charity shop in Headingley. The night before, I'd gone out with a group of girls from work and after champagne cocktails, a few bars and two night clubs, the night had ended about 3am with us staying over at a friend's house in Leeds as at the time we were living in Saltaire and had missed the last train by a long way. It reminds me of a time gone by when spontaneous nights out after work were possible and frequent! Now I still see the same group of girls but it's more about coffees, playgroups and trips to the park.<br />
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It's definitely French, but I haven't heard of the brand. I love the colours: grey with pink piping round the outside which makes me think of old school blazers. There are also little pink covered silk buttons on each sleeve. Blazers, jeans and Breton tops are some of my favourite things to wear. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">grey silk blazer: Martin House, Headingley</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Breton top: ASOS</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">jeans: Topshop</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">suede gladiator sandals: New Look</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">watch: Triwa</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">bird earrings: Topshop</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">bumblebee necklace: Alex Monroe</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">pink resin ring: Dinosaur Designs</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div>Op shop girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15077867766894030459noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8214251945712282269.post-45272152389299495202011-06-29T14:09:00.000-07:002011-06-29T14:25:07.701-07:00La Petite Anglaise<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-obbswCINh24/TguSgc-NgXI/AAAAAAAAAHM/mYJk-AOzYkc/s1600/IMG_1129.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-obbswCINh24/TguSgc-NgXI/AAAAAAAAAHM/mYJk-AOzYkc/s320/IMG_1129.jpg" width="148" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">When I was a student I spent six months in living in Paris as part of my degree in modern languages. It doesn't feel like it was that long ago but in fact it's nearly 11 years now. I had an absolute ball during my time there: I rented a tiny attic 'studio' (doesn't that word sound so much better than 'bedsit' which is exactly what it was!) up six flights of stairs (no lift) close to the Gare du Nord which I shared with a friend, studied French at the British Institute in Paris where my classroom had a picture postcard view of the Eiffel Tower and, in true Parisian style, spent a lot of time drinking petits cafes (cafe cremes were far too expensive) and being moody in cafes. I'd love to go back and do it all again. I still love the city - it's one of the most wonderful places I've been to. If anyone would like to whisk me back there for a weekend (major hint here) I'd be so happy! </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">When not studying incredibly hard (ahem!) I did a lot of window shopping and generally wandering about through the streets of Paris and although I was actually a very skint student so rarely bought anything I developed a real love for French fashion, in particular a few of the high street shops that are probably the equivalent of Whistles over here, Comptoir des Cotonniers and Sandro to name a couple. Some of these brands have since come onto the UK high street to bring a little French chic to us Brits. I love the effortless style of many of these brands: there's something very 'French' about the clothes that's difficult to pin down. I think it's to do with the simplicity and the fact that they are not as 'fashion' focused as many of the UK brands: instead there's an emphasis on style that lasts longer than a season. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">I've recently discovered Maje but no matter how much I adore their clothes, I simply don't have the budget right now. I have plastering, garden gates and car repairs (ugh) to pay for. How depressingly grown up. Anyhow, someone in the North Leeds area who is conveniently the same size as me clearly is buying a lot of Maje clothes and then kindly depositing them in my local charity shop after one season and as a consequence I am now the proud owner of a cream silk blouse (will post at a later date) and the dress I'm wearing in these photos. I have to admit I saw it and thought acid yellow, really? But I have worn it so much and it's really easy to wear on those days when I have to look a little smarter. I imagine this dress would have cost over £100 new so at £5 it was a true bargain. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jFDr5Y5DKYs/TguSsggPB4I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/zjZZVRUFw3w/s1600/IMG_1128.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jFDr5Y5DKYs/TguSsggPB4I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/zjZZVRUFw3w/s320/IMG_1128.jpg" style="cursor: move;" width="173" /></a></div><br />
yellow and grey Maje dress: £5, charity shop<br />
cream tuxedo blazer: Twenty8twelve at Urban Outfitters<br />
vintage Danish necklace: gift from my husband<br />
brogues: Next<br />
watch: TriwaOp shop girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15077867766894030459noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8214251945712282269.post-48839710528083032162011-06-28T13:59:00.000-07:002011-06-28T13:59:54.659-07:00Forgotten dresses<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sO9WAIFfa24/Tgo_eKuBXzI/AAAAAAAAAHE/cERLdZFRs8M/s1600/IMG_1118.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sO9WAIFfa24/Tgo_eKuBXzI/AAAAAAAAAHE/cERLdZFRs8M/s320/IMG_1118.jpg" width="240" /></a></div>I have a lot of dresses in my wardrobe (over a hundred at the last count!) and I am only too keen for friends to borrow them and actually wear them. Since becoming a mum, my opportunities for putting on a dress and dancing are not as frequent as they used to be (please do not read this as necessarily being a bad thing!) and as a consequence lots of my pretty clothes are left just hanging sadly on their coathangers, waiting for someone to come and take them out!<br />
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A few weeks ago a friend came over and I encouraged much rifling through my wardrobe to find a dress for her to wear for a wedding. She tried on lots of my dresses and this, inevitably, led to me rediscovering a few old favourites that I haven't actually worn in some cases for years. This pink 1950s dress is a case in point. Actually, until my friend tried it on and took it home with her, I don't think I have ever worn it. I think, but am not completely sure, that I bought it from one of the 'Affordable Vintage Fairs' at Leeds University in about 2007, which was the peak of my vintage dress buying era! Does it not strike you as being like the sort of thing Betty Draper would wear in one of the early episodes of Mad Men. There's a cut-out bit at the back which is a really nice detail. It's made out of fabric which is quite thick so the skirt stays quite stiff which really gives it that 50s look. It's handmade by the looks of it too.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HQjSFbiJ8qw/Tgo_vFYpL7I/AAAAAAAAAHI/KodcvO7bhqk/s1600/IMG_1119.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HQjSFbiJ8qw/Tgo_vFYpL7I/AAAAAAAAAHI/KodcvO7bhqk/s320/IMG_1119.jpg" width="240" /></a></div>It finally got its first outing on Sunday when we went to the christening of one of our little girl's friends from swimming. It was a gorgeous, hot, sunny June day. I'm also wearing a vintage 3-string necklace which is coral and orange but unfortunately it's tucked into the neck of the dress on the main photo and I didn't realise until I downloaded the photos.<br />
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pink 1950s dress: The Affordable Vintage Fair (http://www.vintagefair.co.uk/) about £12 if I remember correctly!<br />
coral and orange necklace: charity shop find many years ago, probably cost about £1<br />
suede gladiator sandals: New Look<br />
white beaded handbag: Accessorize<br />
pink resin ring: Dinosaur Designs (gift)Op shop girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15077867766894030459noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8214251945712282269.post-86509646385961921962011-06-18T12:10:00.000-07:002011-06-18T13:34:51.303-07:00Dilemmas and details<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0000ee;"><u><br />
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Saturday just couldn't come around quick enough this week. I think everyone can relate to that feeling. You know it's been a busy week when you fall asleep during Mad Men at 9.15pm on a Friday night after one glass of wine. <br />
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</div><div>Our Saturdays end up being incredibly busy though, despite the fact that we need to rest. We spent the afternoon shopping and sitting in the Leeds Museum cafe with a friend who has just come back from travelling round Asia. It was so lovely to catch up after such a long time. She looks so well and happy - the break has done her the world of good.</div><div><br />
</div><div>This post is a bit of a cheat's post - the only thing that's second hand/vintage is actually my brooch. The fact is I've religiously worn something second hand every day this week but haven't managed to get a photo of it until the evening, when, to be completely frank, the outfits weren't at their best so I haven't been able to post them. Still, at least it's something, plus, you know, it's my blog and I'll be making up the rules as I go along! I will try harder this week, honestly. This brooch is from the 1960s and it was a gift from my mum. She used to wear it herself as a teenager and in her early 20s. I love the slightly moody looking Modigliani-style girl in her slightly moody green, turquoise and brown enamel.I've had it for years now and I tend to wear it on coats and jackets. I quite like the contrast of a vintage brooch on a scruffy, utility-style jacket.</div><div><br />
</div><div>Over the past couple of weeks I've been reading reviews of Observer ethical living journalist Lucy Siegle's new book 'To Die For: Is Fashion Wearing Out the World?' http://www.amazon.co.uk/Die-Fashion-Wearing-Out-World/dp/0007264097/ref=lh_ni_t. It looks like something that anyone with an interest in fashion should buy and it seems like it will make pretty uncomfortable reading. While shopping in the city today I felt completely overwhelmed with the sheer amount of, well, STUFF, that we're being encouraged to buy. With both the ethical dilemma of the conditions people across the world work in to keep us up to date with our throwaway dresses and one-season fashions and the ecological impact, surely buying second hand and upcycling are the way forward. Wouldn't it be great to commit to only buying second hand for a period of time, say a year. I'm not sure I'm ready to do that right now but I'm going to buy the book so I'll come back to you once I've read it. </div><div><br />
</div><div>So, this brings me to today's not-really-at-all-second-hand-total-cheat's-outfit. My hair is completely in the 'growing out a short cut' zone but at least I am a blonde again, having thankfully waved goodbye to those dark days of brunette locks (bad pun totally intentional). </div><div><br />
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</div><div>khaki coat: Gap </div><div>black cardigan: Gap</div><div>blouse: Topshop</div><div>skinny jeans: Topshop</div><div>gladiator sandals: New Look</div><div>green necklace: Marrakech souk</div><div>gold bag: Sydney markets (gift)</div><div>brooch: 1960s (gift from my mum - thanks, mum!)</div><div></div><div>bare-looking flower bed: Erm, yes that would be ours. Think we're letting down the street a little)</div><div><br />
</div>Op shop girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15077867766894030459noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8214251945712282269.post-30289740223946338382011-06-14T14:40:00.000-07:002011-06-15T13:01:39.071-07:00Vintage by the kilo<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Yarm0sFLdVo/TffdMj4mWUI/AAAAAAAAAGw/5-oRcs1xd7A/s1600/IMG_1086.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Yarm0sFLdVo/TffdMj4mWUI/AAAAAAAAAGw/5-oRcs1xd7A/s320/IMG_1086.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618202268028787010" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WliFODoA670/Tffc068dirI/AAAAAAAAAGo/qhDT6fpD7pw/s1600/IMG_1084.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WliFODoA670/Tffc068dirI/AAAAAAAAAGo/qhDT6fpD7pw/s320/IMG_1084.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618201861902142130" /></a><br />I'm very embarrassed to admit this as I am somebody who is normally top to toe in SPF 30 with the merest hint of a sunny day but today I got sunburnt shoulders. Pretty badly sunburnt shoulders. It's been amazingly warm here and I dutifully slathered SPF 50 all over my daughter but forgot to do my own shoulders. I'm feeling pretty sheepish about it, particularly as I was berating my dad earlier today for being proud of his holiday tan. 'A tan is simply your skin showing sun damage', said I, smugly, unaware of the state my shoulders were getting into as I spoke. Anyway, there's not much I can do about it now, but there's definitely a lesson in there somewhere. Or even two: don't be smug and always put sunscreen on your shoulders. Live and learn, people. <div><br /></div><div>I recently went to a vintage kilo sale over in Headingley, through a tip-off from a friend who is always beautifully and vintagely attired. After queuing in line for about half an hour I joined the masses of bargain hunters with sharpened elbows to delve through racks and racks and boxes and boxes of vintage clobber which is then paid for by the kilo (£15 per kilo in fact). Brilliant, I thought, having absolutely no concept of how much a kilo is in terms of clothing. It's actually about 4 items of clothing, which makes it pretty bargainous in anyone's books. So, being completely honest, it wasn't the greatest experience ever. There were a LOT of people there and there was also a lot of 'vintage' that was clearly not. However, there were gems to be had and this jacket was one of my finds. It's made from wool, French and, according to my internet research, from a 'leading ready to wear label in the 1980s'. It's incredibly versatile and I have been wearing it quite a bit recently as a change from my black blazer. I also got a coral puffed-sleeve tunic, a fuschia blouse with black buttons and a very strange polyester purple and turquoise thing, the latter of which was, in hindsight, a mistake. Perhaps there's a third lesson there? </div><div><br /></div><div>These photos are not the greatest as I was running out of the house to my sewing course. Also I seem to be having a bit of a bad hair week at the moment due to the trials of growing out a short hairstyle. And yes, yes, yes I know, more leggings and tunics. </div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MlN0F_0GXLk/TffcFrKEHZI/AAAAAAAAAGg/b2_7xxD9ZNU/s1600/IMG_1082.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MlN0F_0GXLk/TffcFrKEHZI/AAAAAAAAAGg/b2_7xxD9ZNU/s320/IMG_1082.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618201050210377106" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 320px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Wool jacket: Vintage Kilo Sale</div><div>stripey dress: French Connection</div><div>gold sandals: ASOS</div><div>cream belt: birthday present from my sisters</div>Op shop girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15077867766894030459noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8214251945712282269.post-73315959416936581722011-06-12T13:08:00.000-07:002011-06-12T13:39:35.878-07:00Rain, names and stars<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R_GKqABQbK8/TfUhNG2RZDI/AAAAAAAAAGY/-muSIgG9jeM/s1600/IMG_1078.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 203px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R_GKqABQbK8/TfUhNG2RZDI/AAAAAAAAAGY/-muSIgG9jeM/s320/IMG_1078.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617432619274822706" /></a><br />I bought this dress from a vintage fair at Fringe Bar in Paddington, Sydney. There seemed to be some sort of vintage/second hand/handmade fair there every Saturday and there were always great things to be found. My husband and I spent 7 months living in Australia in 2008/09 during a year out from our jobs. We had planned to travel round the world, but after taking in Japan and arriving in springtime Sydney we kind of didn't end up getting much further. No regrets though - one of the main reasons for us not moving on was that I was pregnant with my little girl and South America got a lot less appealing and was pretty much vetoed by my Doctor. We're saving that particular adventure for another day now. <div><br /></div><div>Paddington is one of my favourite Sydney suburbs and we spent a lot of time mooching about the shops, cafes and markets there. I can't remember how much this dress cost, but I imagine it can't have been more than a few dollars. It's orange silk with little short sleeves, a kind of macrame neckline and a white star print all over it. For some reason it caught my eye when I opened my wardrobe this morning. I'm totally in my uniform today: dress, jeans, ballet shoes and a blazer. We spent the afternoon at my sister and her boyfriend's house with the rest of the family to celebrate lots of birthdays. The plan was to have a barbecue but the rain scuppered our plans.</div><div><br /></div><div>I've just had a big rummage in my box of jewellery which lives under the bed and came across this long-forgotten Tatty Devine necklace with my name on. I tend to wear either my Alex Monroe Bumblebee or my Karen Walker necklace which has a little girl with a napsack on it every day so I often forget about my other jewellery. This necklace possibly falls into the 'am I too old to get away with this?' category as perhaps responsible grown ups don't go round with their names round their neck (apart from SATC's Carrie Bradshaw of course). Like I said yesterday, I'm not worried. </div><div><br /></div><div>I tried to get a better photo but my camera battery ran out. I look a bit shocked as we had a lie-in until 9AM this morning as the little girl decided to sleep late. This is such a rare treat but I now feel tireder than ever. So weird how this is often the case. Any sleep experts care to explain this phenomenon?</div><div><br /></div><div>silk dress: Fringe Bar vintage fair $10ish</div><div>black jeans: Urban Outfitters</div><div>cream cardigan: H&M </div><div>black ballet shoes: New Look</div><div>name necklace: Tatty Devine</div><div>rainy day: UK's finest</div>Op shop girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15077867766894030459noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8214251945712282269.post-14226572011256367832011-06-11T12:44:00.000-07:002011-06-11T14:21:28.697-07:00Sunshine, new galleries and surprises<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VptrR5tk4Go/TfPY08c3JpI/AAAAAAAAAGI/fE7zkazwnPc/s1600/IMG_1077.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 158px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VptrR5tk4Go/TfPY08c3JpI/AAAAAAAAAGI/fE7zkazwnPc/s320/IMG_1077.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617071564353119890" /></a></div><br />We're big fans of art galleries in this family and my little girl and I often go to the central one in Leeds for some 'culture'. I've used inverted commas because our visits normally take the following form: coffee and cake in the cafe followed by running round the permanent exhibition shouting 'tiger!', 'horseys!', 'cat!' and 'deer!' at the paintings and 'mummy', 'daddy' and 'grandma' at the scantily clad statues, emaciated Anthony Gormley sculptures and the statue of Queen Anne respectively. We then spend a long time drawing and moving round the pencils and pens in the activity room. I don't generally get to look at the art for very long. We went to see the recent Henry Moore exhibition a few times but the sculptures were just too inviting for little climbers and we were never able to linger. Despite this, going to galleries with my daughter is one of my favourite things to do: the amount of space available for running round and the visual stimulation everywhere plus the sheer number of people to look at make them ideal destinations for us. Plus they are generally free of charge, which is always nice! We're still at the stage where old ladies look and smile at us as we charge around - hopefully that won't change for a while yet! I guess she will hopefully not be doing the whole 'tiger' thing age 14...<div><br /></div><div>The Hepworth has just opened in Wakefield and I've been wanting to go along and check it out. I mentioned to my little girl that we were going to go to an art gallery and she got very excited shouting 'art gallery - see a tiger!' which made me kind of nervous as to what her reaction would be with the absence of large stripey cats (a friend had already alerted me to this beforehand!). Luckily she wasn't too disappointed at the tiger no-show (we still saw some cows and horses, thankfully) and we had a great afternoon there. It's really geared up for little kids: we went to a story and singing session, smeared hummus all over the cafe, ran round the exhibition like penguins and played hard in the playground. Totally randomly we bumped into my Great Aunt (she lives round the corner so perhaps not so unexpected) and my Uncle (who lives in Newcastle so a real coincidence!). Lovely surprise, not least because I'd been trying to get hold of my Great Aunt to see if she wanted to meet us there.</div><div><br /></div><div>I found this dress in my favourite local charity shop for £7. It's by Kimchi and Blue which is a brand I see in Urban Outfitters and it's very cute with puffed sleeves, a pleated front and a Peter Pan collar (is 31 too old to wear Peter Pan collars? They do seem kind of, well, 'young'. Oh well, I'm not going to get hung up on the whole 'dressing your age' thing just yet!). I really like little floral dresses: they're so simple to put on with leggings/tights and little pumps and comfortable for charging round art galleries too. I love the print on this one: you probably can't see too well in the photos but it's kind of a dusky pink and cream flower on a black background. I really don't love leggings at all, but I seem to wear them all the time with my dresses as it seems wrong to wear opaque tights in June (isn't there a rule about only wearing tights in months that have an 'r' in them? Or have I made this up!) and yet it's hardly ever warm enough here to wear a short dress with bare legs. Oh and to make the day even better, I have been smelling beautifully of roses thanks to my lovely friend sending me Paul Smith Rose perfume for my birthday. Love, love, love.</div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WChVTpl1r44/TfPZGXwpedI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/YaI8AyvazCs/s1600/IMG_1076.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WChVTpl1r44/TfPZGXwpedI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/YaI8AyvazCs/s320/IMG_1076.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617071863741643218" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 173px; height: 320px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Kimchi and Blue dress: £7, the Wellfair shop, Moortown</div><div>denim shirt: Gap</div><div>leggings: I simply don't have the foggiest</div><div>ballet shoes: New Look</div><div>belt: ancient</div><div>locket: Urban Outfitters</div><div>watch: Triwa, present from my husband for my birthday!</div><div>bag: Marrakech souk (la-di-da!)</div><div><br /></div>Op shop girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15077867766894030459noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8214251945712282269.post-53059790398300131952011-06-09T13:09:00.000-07:002011-06-09T13:56:00.084-07:00Royal weddings, not so royal weddings and 40s dresses<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_GvVNkYSrd0/TfEup1u7NUI/AAAAAAAAAGA/OxmNTGi0bAI/s1600/IMG_1034.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 172px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_GvVNkYSrd0/TfEup1u7NUI/AAAAAAAAAGA/OxmNTGi0bAI/s320/IMG_1034.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616321506641130818" /></a><br /><div>So apparently I've done 7 posts in 9 months, which is pretty lazy by anyone's standards! Not that I'm going to make any plans to blog more often, in fact, the next few months are going to be all about taking it easy and just enjoying life. I have a whole pile of vintage and second hand clothes to write about but as a busy working mum of a very active toddler it's hard to find the time. I'm making no promises...in most cases the problem is that by the time I get round to taking a photo I'm covered in baked beans, yoghurt or avocado.<div><br /></div><div>My husband bought me this 1940s dress for my birthday this year. We got it from a vintage fair at Harewood House which was part of their Royal Wedding celebrations. After spending all morning watching Kate, William, Harry, Pippa et al, we nipped off during the service to spend a few hours making the most of the day off. The vintage fair was an added bonus! There were some amazing vintage wedding dresses, if you were in the market for that sort of thing (I wasn't especially, but supposing one day the husband and I renew our vows??!?)</div><div><br /></div><div>I always love 1940s dresses, but they are usually among the most expensive items at vintage fairs. I'm not sure why that is: perhaps they are more difficult to come by than dresses from other periods, such as the 1970s? I spotted this one on the rack and just HAD to try it on. Oh, and obviously, it fitted perfectly so I just HAD to have it! The lovely husband really liked it too, and suggested he buy it for me as a birthday present. I'm not sure what the fabric is, but it's amazing to wear and the skirt is pleated and swings beautifully. I love the fact it's so demure and ladylike. It seems like it's a pretty timeless dress that I'll be able to wear for years to come.<br /><div><br /></div><div>I wore it for the first time on Saturday (despite it not yet being my birthday - shhhhhh) for the wedding of some friends of ours. It was a fantastic wedding, possibly the most original I've ever been to. It's hard to make a wedding truly personal but these friends really achieved it - even having a wedding band made up of the bride and groom's dads, uncle and sisters PLUS a unicorn cake buffet presided over by a shop mannequin called Ken.</div></div><div><br /></div><div>I felt like the dress needed red lipstick which as someone who only ever uses Lucas' Papaw Ointment on her lips is a huge thing. How do people wear red lipstick? It takes such dedication and I spend the whole time being afraid that it's on my teeth or round my mouth as soon as I've had a drink. I would love to the kind of polished girl who always has immaculate make up but I guess I'm just never going to be like that (see above re: baked beans, yoghurt and avocado on my clothes) even at the grand old age of 31. Oh well, life's too short to have neat make up, right?</div><div><br /></div><div>(Oh, and if anyone was wondering, I managed to go the whole night without getting food or drink of any kind on my dress - something to do with my little girl staying overnight at my brother in law's house and me being the designated driver?)</div><div><br /></div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4Azaq68RVNQ/TfEubgp9zQI/AAAAAAAAAF4/_fMhhVNLD64/s1600/IMG_1033.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 202px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4Azaq68RVNQ/TfEubgp9zQI/AAAAAAAAAF4/_fMhhVNLD64/s320/IMG_1033.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616321260465016066" /></a><div>1940s dress: vintage fair</div><div>white sandals: Kurt Geiger about four years' ago (barely worn: I'm not really a white sandals kind of girl either!)</div><div>corsage round wrist: Sportsgirl, Sydney</div><div>Oh, and I used my vintage black handbag, bought in Newtown, Sydney but I forgot to take a photo of it</div><div> </div></div>Op shop girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15077867766894030459noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8214251945712282269.post-49601352850940551272011-05-15T14:22:00.000-07:002011-05-15T14:44:06.921-07:00Tequila cocktails and shoes<div><br /></div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DAeIXw_QGF8/TdBE_h0fMnI/AAAAAAAAAFk/KLrYvmZ9vO0/s1600/IMG_0813.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DAeIXw_QGF8/TdBE_h0fMnI/AAAAAAAAAFk/KLrYvmZ9vO0/s320/IMG_0813.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607057394277233266" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 186px; height: 320px; " /></a>This weekend, to celebrate our 14th year of being together (in just over two years we will have been together half my life!) we sent the little girl for a sleepover at my parents' house and had a rare night out. We got dressed up, headed out for some food and, like all parents of non-sleeping toddlers, were tucked up in bed by 11pm.<div><br /></div><div>We made like we were on holiday, allbeit in North Leeds, drinking tequila cocktails and eating Mexican food.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div><div><br /></div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fOjkR8p_e9w/TdBGx5IYY8I/AAAAAAAAAFs/2BDC1T5p0gM/s1600/IMG_0816.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 269px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fOjkR8p_e9w/TdBGx5IYY8I/AAAAAAAAAFs/2BDC1T5p0gM/s320/IMG_0816.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607059359039775682" /><br /></a><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fOjkR8p_e9w/TdBGx5IYY8I/AAAAAAAAAFs/2BDC1T5p0gM/s1600/IMG_0816.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a>I wore my new Topshop sundress and was delighted to rediscover my vintage yellow Bally sandals with turquoise heels which I bought from a charity shop in Harrogate years ago. Colourblocking: how very 2011! (NB I have no idea why my floor looks this yellow - it isn't actually that colour!). Shoe verdict: very pretty but incredibly hard to walk in. </div><div><br /></div><div>Dress: Topshop</div><div>Jacket: Gap</div><div>Bag: Paddington Market, Sydney (gift)</div><div>Earrings: Kirribilli Market, Sydney</div><div>Shoes: Charity shop in Harrogate c. 2008 (I can't remember how much I paid, but it will have been under £5)<br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><u><br /></u></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><u><br /></u></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div>Op shop girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15077867766894030459noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8214251945712282269.post-50860985178396515852011-04-14T11:28:00.000-07:002011-04-14T13:56:55.826-07:00When the going gets tough...<div style="text-align: left;">We're in the middle of a very bad week. It's a bad week that is likely to continue for another fortnight but then can only get better, so really it's more of a bad month. Right now I'm tempted to go to sleep and wake up in three weeks' time when everything is over, however that doesn't seem to be an option that's open to me.</div><div><div style="text-align: center; "><div style="text-align: left; "><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: left; ">Instead, I've been doing what every sensible girl knows is the only thing to do in these circumstances: bargain hunting. I'm pretty pleased with my haul, which is all for my 18-month year old.</div><div style="text-align: left; "><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: left; ">Charity shops are such fantastic places to buy books and toys, particularly as you can often find brand new things that have been donated either because they were duplicate presents or because the child has grown bored of them. I buy the majority of my daughter's toys from charity shops, nearly new sales and Ebay. The main things to check for are that they are still in good condition, no bite marks (!), no missing pages in books, no faulty bits or missing pieces (jigsaws). My daughter devours books and loves to hold them herself and practise 'reading' them to her teddies and dolls. Obviously this is to be encouraged but it does mean that often the books don't last for as long as we would have hoped, so it makes sense to buy them second hand. If they are favourites (erm, hello EVERYTHING by Julia Donaldson who must be RICH beyond her wildest dreams!) we buy a couple and keep a 'good' copy.</div><div style="text-align: left; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: left; ">My daughter loves Dick Bruna's Miffy, the iconic little white rabbit. I remember being a big fan when I was young too. There must be something about the simple black and white drawings with primary colours plus the story lines to which every toddler can relate that makes the books big hits with little girls (and little boys too). We've had six of the books on rotation at bedtime for the last six months or so, and all three of us know them off by heart. We found another six to add to our library in the British Heart Foundation shop in Headingley for only 95p each. They are in pristine condition too - unwanted gift? Surely not, how could Miffy be unwanted? They must have been duplicates...</div></div></div></div><div style="text-align: center; "><br /></div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RYGYl_NccyM/TadDImFDCSI/AAAAAAAAAFE/rVqbo8fhmUo/s1600/IMG_0595.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RYGYl_NccyM/TadDImFDCSI/AAAAAAAAAFE/rVqbo8fhmUo/s320/IMG_0595.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595514876970862882" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /></a><br /><div><div><div>We then found this brand new Miffy backpack for £5 in the Martin House shop in Headingley. They have the cutest Easter display with little chicks, ducks, rabbits and birds. The backpack came filled with Easter eggs and a little Easter card. Apparently they get lots of brand new toys donated due to the fact that the charity is a children's hospice so it's always worth a look, as well as being a wonderful cause. We're putting it away until Easter Sunday.</div></div></div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mqZwHcUPCvI/TadEnSRQcNI/AAAAAAAAAFU/TwvqTI50vJg/s1600/IMG_0602.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mqZwHcUPCvI/TadEnSRQcNI/AAAAAAAAAFU/TwvqTI50vJg/s320/IMG_0602.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595516503740936402" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;">Finally, we found this wooden alphabet and numbers toy in the Wellfair Shop on Moortown corner. It was only £3 and is in pristine condition. My little girl is now calling it 'new toy' and as she's such a big fan of letters she's really enjoying playing with it. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FiJwpj4iy1Q/TadHFxNu3RI/AAAAAAAAAFc/qZjxBF7xhoM/s1600/IMG_0599.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FiJwpj4iy1Q/TadHFxNu3RI/AAAAAAAAAFc/qZjxBF7xhoM/s320/IMG_0599.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595519226466983186" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 315px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;">Not bad for a couple of mornings spent mooching and having coffee in the suburbs of Leeds.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></div><div><div><div><br /></div><div> </div><div><br /></div></div></div>Op shop girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15077867766894030459noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8214251945712282269.post-87215400650061460122011-04-08T11:30:00.001-07:002011-04-14T13:57:44.935-07:00Bunting! (nothing to do with the 29th April)<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xoJosnbB6BQ/TZ9X1HZsvXI/AAAAAAAAAE8/3GDTlk2ndPY/s1600/IMG_0423.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xoJosnbB6BQ/TZ9X1HZsvXI/AAAAAAAAAE8/3GDTlk2ndPY/s320/IMG_0423.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593285832248966514" /></a><br />So it's been quite a while since I last posted something. I can't actually believe it's been six months - where has the time gone? It's now Spring, thank goodness, and we've been having a few days of beautiful, un-British, sunshine. <div><br /></div><div>I have some good excuses though for not blogging, one of them being that we dropped our camera in the park at the beginning of February and so I wasn't able to take any photos for a couple of months until we finally bought a new one a couple of weekends ago. </div><div><br /></div><div>This is not strictly a wow-what-a-charity-shop-bargain post, but it does have an element of vintage in that two of the fabrics I used were second hand: the royal blue spotty fabric came from a vintage fair in Saltaire absolutely years ago and the navy floral print cotton is from an old dress I cut up. </div><div><br /></div><div>I've been meaning to make bunting for my little girl's room for about eighteen months, ever since she was born in fact, but just never got round to it. I'm really pleased that I finally stopped procrastinating and finished it as it looks great in her room. I'm trying not to think about the fact that I could have actually bought it cheaper...not even including the hours I spent on it. However, it's bespoke! And that's a good thing, right? It's also a bit wonky (as with all my sewing) but that only adds to its charm. Just don't look too closely (surely no-one looks at bunting too closely anyway?)</div><div><br /></div><div>I used the following fabrics:</div><div>Harlequin Distant Shores in cream (also used for the Roman blind - I bought metres of this when I was heavily pregnant. I also have plans to make a bean bag and a quilt - maybe in three years' time I'll have finished these?)</div><div>Blue spotty vintage cotton</div><div>Blue floral cotton from an old dress</div><div>Red stars cotton (Leeds market bargain)</div><div>White with strawberries cotton (ditto)</div><div>Red and cream stripey ribbon bought from the Hen House in Southwell </div><div><br /></div><div>Bunting is so easy to make, I wish I'd made it a few months ago as my little girl is going to be moving into her big girl's room in the summer and I'll have to make a load more. </div>Op shop girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15077867766894030459noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8214251945712282269.post-5190128932534597912010-11-04T13:23:00.000-07:002010-11-04T14:09:14.334-07:00Flowers of London<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J1Ak-wk_VjE/TNMdOBqDTBI/AAAAAAAAAEk/9YoaYM6omJQ/s1600/P7301192.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 218px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J1Ak-wk_VjE/TNMdOBqDTBI/AAAAAAAAAEk/9YoaYM6omJQ/s400/P7301192.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535800493768657938" /></a><br />I've been a bit quiet as we were hit by a bug here at Opshop towers. However I'm relieved to confirm that normal service (whatever that is) has now been resumed. Last week was half term and I spent a few days down in London with Mr Opshop and the little one. We stayed with our lovely friends who live in a pretty little house in Teddington with a very patient cat. Actually it's a different cat every time as they foster kittens (ahhhhh) and fortunately the current lodger was not frightened off by a very intrigued 13 month old toddler. They seemed to get on very nicely in fact.<div><br /></div><div>Today's dress was another bargain from the rather wonderful Wellfair Shop in Moortown. It's a flowery tea dress and it cost £4. I wore it to go gallivanting round the South Bank, lunching at the Tate Modern and gawping at some art. We even spotted Bruce Springsteen outside the BFI at the film premiere of 'The Promise: The Making of Darkness on the Edge of Town', which I think made Mr Opshop's weekend. I'm able to report that, like all celebrities, he's shorter in real life. </div><div><br /></div><div>teadress - £4, the Wellfair Shop, Moortown</div><div>grey top - Petit Bateau</div><div>black biker boots - Dune</div><div>necklace - Karen Walker</div>Op shop girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15077867766894030459noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8214251945712282269.post-42660167961422147492010-10-26T13:45:00.001-07:002010-10-26T14:31:07.470-07:00Tiger feet<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J1Ak-wk_VjE/TMdIA0sL2jI/AAAAAAAAAEc/dY_sU56OhHA/s1600/P7271181.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J1Ak-wk_VjE/TMdIA0sL2jI/AAAAAAAAAEc/dY_sU56OhHA/s400/P7271181.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532469846229113394" /></a><br />This blog has been very coat-focused so far - must be the weather. Today has been all about the fur coat (fake of course!). I bought this one last winter from a charity shop in Shipley on one of my many, many walks while trying to get my reluctant, nap-dodging baby to sleep during the hazy newborn months. Normally, fur coats that I come across in op shops are huge but this one fit really well so I couldn't resist. I haven't worn it that much yet but I have a feeling it's going to be pretty useful this winter. I think it was about £12 - a total bargain!<div><br /></div><div>I read an article recently which stated that there is no such thing as too much when it comes to leopard print and it certainly seems to be having a moment right now. Fake fur coats have been pretty much everywhere for the last couple of years and it's making me regret selling a fantastic vintage leopard print one on ebay that I bought when I was 16 and which I wore for my school's speech day in what I thought at the time to be a pretty big act of rebellion! I must bear that in mind when I berate myself for accumulating so much in my wardrobe.</div><div><br /></div><div>My dress is also second hand today - it's a wool jumper dress and I bought it for £4 from the Wellfair shop in Moortown which is one of my favourite charity shops. I always find fab clothes in there which makes me think there must be a lot of ladies changing their wardrobes every season. It must be the only charity shop which has a window display in which the clothes are already sold within hours of them going up on the mannequins. The tiger print ballet pumps were, I confess, a Primark find.</div><div><br /></div><div>fake fur coat - £12, charity shop, Shipley</div><div>charcoal jumper dress - £4, the Wellfair shop, Moortown</div><div>jeans - Gap</div><div>ballet pumps - Primark</div>Op shop girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15077867766894030459noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8214251945712282269.post-57647727153482229902010-10-21T13:59:00.000-07:002010-10-26T14:31:18.623-07:00A Bout de souffle<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J1Ak-wk_VjE/TMCsNg7tZRI/AAAAAAAAADk/0td3rlM45eU/s1600/P7221180.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530609690589619474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 175px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J1Ak-wk_VjE/TMCsNg7tZRI/AAAAAAAAADk/0td3rlM45eU/s400/P7221180.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />The last few couple of days have been so deliciously autumnal. It's a shame I had to work and wasn't able to make the most of them but I'm hoping that the crisp sunny weather will hang on until after the weekend so I get to enjoy it! Autumn feels particularly special this year as I didn't really get outside much this time last year as I was looking after my newborn baby and the year before I was in Sydney in the beautiful springtime. <div><br /></div><div>Today's second hand item is this pink 1960s coat with round marble-style buttons. I wondered if I could include it in this blog as it's vintage rather than second hand and therefore cannot really be classed as a true bargain. It is, however, one of my favourite items of clothing and when I wear it I feel like I could be skipping down a Paris boulevard in a Godard film! I bought it several years ago from The Story of O, a vintage shop housed in a cellar on Hyde Park Corner in Leeds which also happens to be my hairdressers. Oh how handy - last time I had my haircut I also ended up the new owner of a pink sequinned top. I think the owner's onto a good thing there... <div><br /></div><div>pink 1960s coat - £50, The Story of O, Hyde Park Corner, Leeds</div><div>vintage handbag - Newtown, Sydney</div><div>black patent shoes - marc by marc jacobs</div><div>mother of pearl bangle - Selkie, York</div><div>resin ring - Dinosaur Designs, Sydney (present from lovely Laura!)</div></div>Op shop girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15077867766894030459noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8214251945712282269.post-81404913581432654272010-10-19T11:23:00.000-07:002010-10-26T14:31:29.749-07:00Why SL!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J1Ak-wk_VjE/TL3_7bike_I/AAAAAAAAADc/mC6tuSFkOaA/s1600/P7201180.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 163px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J1Ak-wk_VjE/TL3_7bike_I/AAAAAAAAADc/mC6tuSFkOaA/s320/P7201180.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529857313950956530" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br />I've always been a big, big fan of rummaging for bargains - be that in charity shops, vintage shops, those masquerading as 'posh' ladies' dress agencies, at jumble sales, fleamarkets, on ebay - you name it! I love the idea that clothes have a history, that someone chose and wore that dress or jacket before me, that someone loved it and had fun in it. I also love a bargain, and that feeling of having discovered something fantastic for just a few pounds. <div><br /></div><div>The past two years have been kind of crazy for me: I took a career break from my job, went travelling, lived in Australia for a few months, came back to the UK, had a baby, took 9 months' maternity leave and moved house 5 times (yes really). Now things are just starting to settle and I'm back working part time. Having bought a family house, decreased my income along with the recession we're all currently enduring I'm finding that my love for second hand shopping is growing even stronger! I'm lucky enough to live in a great part of Leeds which has some fantastic charity shops and vintage fairs. I've set myself the challenge of wearing something second hand every day and posting about it on this blog.</div><div><br /></div><div>So this gets me to today's entry. I found this jacket last week while browsing the charity shops of Headingley having spent the morning at playgroup and lunch with a friend and her little boy. Headingley is jam-packed with charity shops and is the place to go for a happy couple of hours' bargain hunting. It was on the expensive side for a charity shop - £15 - but it's YSL and I simply could not resist! Who could? Perfect size, silk and cashmere mix, peacoat style in navy blue with brown wooden buttons. Wow! It's really versatile and it's definitely my Autumn coat of choice at the moment. I wore it today for a perfect Autumn morning walk with my daughter, a messy morning at playgroup and a long leisurely lunch with some friends at Salvo's Salumeria (yum!). </div><div><br /></div><div>So today's outfit: </div><div>YSL silk and cashmere mix jacket - British Heart Foundation, Headingley</div><div>tan leather belt - present from an aunt when I was about 12</div><div>denim shorts - Witchery, Sydney</div><div>Breton top - Armoir Luxe</div><div>leopard print scarf - Magic Number 3, Saltaire</div><div>boots - Dune</div>Op shop girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15077867766894030459noreply@blogger.com0