Evening, chaps.
Sore feet today. Lots of work this week, but I have tomorrow off and Saturday off! I was working last Friday right up until about an hour and a half before my prom, so I did a bit of a Speedy Gonzales getting ready. It was crazy. I had them to the left and right of me fixing my hair and makeup and nails. I had the most gorgeous 1940s evening dress in a dusty pink sort of colour, with lace right up to my neck, and over my shoulders, and lace sleeves. I love this dress a lot. I will probably never wear it again. I can't get rid of it. It's too precious.
I went to a jumble sale yesterday! Yeah! The vicar, bless her heart, found a vintage dress and put it aside for me. What a love. I don't even go to church. And I bought this dress for only twenty pence. And a few skirts and blouses, and a jacket (all 40s and 50s style) for about a pound in all. And a couple of vintage books for fifty pence each. I love jumble sales. I LOVE JUMBLE SALES AND I DON'T CARE IF YOU JUDGE ME FOR IT.
TTFN,
Daphne x
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One is reminded of the great Babylonian philosopher Xerxes when looking over the Sumarian army and thus he spoke: "beware of lady vicars offering old clothes."
ReplyDeleteIt's something I have never forgotten and it has served me well. May you young ones heed this advice.