On my wardrobe hang three little white tops - two antique and one vintage.
Above them are my wedding shoes, an antique bonnet, a Gucci scarf, two straw hats and my grandmother's crocodile handbag. (Inherited vintage - as ethical as a dead reptile can get.)
They are all under the watchful eye of Aunt Selina (Ben's side of the family). At first I thought she was quite severe but now she is my ally - the only other woman in a house full of males. See her slightly knowing smile? I find her quite supportive.
The blouse above came from a braderie
in a Toulouse suburb. My dad gave the jade beads to my mum after a visit to China.
I bought this antique broderie angalise blouse in the late 1980s and wore it ceaselessly. I was not a normal student.The jade beads were another Chinese gift from my father to my mother.
And finally this is the antique shift
I wore under my going away outfit when we got married in 1990! Look - you know what I was wearing underneath!!
The jade beads on it now were my father's gift to me after that famous visit. The fair trade bracelet was a gift from my sister and the green stone heart came from Ben's sister.
None of it new, little of it bought by me, but a collection to brighten our bedroom and cheer my day.
I freely confess that I'm not a very communicative blogger at the moment - sorry that I haven't commented on more of your posts, especially the Pause in Lent ones! I am reading them when I have the time, but life seems to be a full-time occupation at the moment, with very little spare for blogging. Perhaps that's as it should be, though?