blazing glory

Yey! Winter...sort of.  Okay so I think this is about as winter as gets up here.  Missing a proper cold winter where I can wear layer upon layers of shirts and cardi's and coats and hats and scarves and SOMEONE STOP ME!  Well this weekend was finally fresh enough for a jumper and da de da!! - my newly acquired blazer.  Okay so I'm still wearing shorts but I was just off for a walk on the beach and paddle in the waves.

 

 

 

 

 

Reasons the blazer is amazing: perfect preppy check, red and blue and cream (oh my!), and brilliant red silky lining.

I found this little baby in Townsville in a wee little vintage/retro shop.  I've paired it with an op-shopped navy woollen V-neck jumper, a red polka dotted shirt from a friend's nanna, some cheapo shorts and my Connie's. 

sew-in' love

Am finding myself rummaging through estate sales and op shops for vintage sewing and knitting patterns. I have it in my mind that I will somehow grow the skill to be able to follow said pattern.  At the rate I'm going, the skills will only be acquired through osmosis or some other naturally occurring, energy free process.  One day I might have the time, money and motivation to give it a crack, but for now I'm content with looking through the pretty pictures.

  

Here are the cutest feminine shirts with little collars and cinched in waists...

 

 

...and some simple pleated evening dresses paired with gloves and pearls...

 

 

...or perhaps a smart two-piece.  So smart and tidy.
 

 

How hard could it be??



home sweet home

Favourite feature of our house - windows that bring outside inside and inside outside. 

pink lace and ponies

 

 

 

 

 

Winter racing...in sunny Queensland.  So let's face it, not really winter at all.  Still, some ladies made the commitment and wore gorgeous jackets and felt hats laden with feathers and frills.  A large proportion of the crowd were orange hued, with lots of skin of show, confidently displaying their upper thigh/lower genital region.  Thoroughly entertaining.

 

 

 

The races is one of the few occasions I can convince the mister to wear a bow tie. This is super sad because look how cute he looks!

 

 

 

I wore the dress I bought for uni graduation years ago, a lovely 50's pink lace shift.  I bought it from an estate sale where the owner of the house had a wall to wall collection of costume and vintage dresses from throughout the decades.  I think I secretly want the same one day - just to look over all the fabrics and colours and think about the stories behind the pieces.  The daughters who sold me the dress made me promise I'd look after and treasure the dress, and I guess I am.

 

 

 

breakfast for sailors

Such lovely memories of a weekend breakfast, which is just enough to get me through a Thursday and Friday.  There's really nothing better than getting to the market early and coming home for a cook-up.  There may not be an abundance of cafe's around here, but our backyard is a pretty nice substitute. 

 

 

 

 

 

Like my little sailor dress? I snapped it up at a little retro store because you just can't let these chances pass you buy.

 

I'm looking forward to more weekends at home and backyard breakfasts after a really nice, but somewhat tiring weekend away camping up north (snaps will be in the mix at some stage).

life's a beach

 

Last weekend we had such a nice day at the beach.  Lots of boats were out on the bay to take advantage of the breeze and everybody was out in the sunshine with a BBQ or fish and chips.  We took Ollie for a long walk and then lay on the grass reading magazines and eating sushi.  This red gingham dress is from a local vintage and retro shop (the ONLY vintage and retro shop), which I sadly found out was closing it's doors.  I take advantage of online shopping as much as anyone, but there's something satisfyingly practical about trying something on before you buy, and not having to cross your fingers and toes in the hope it fits!

there's no place like home