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.
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None of it new, little of it bought by me, but a collection to brighten our bedroom and cheer my day.
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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?
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I promptly put it away because it felt all wrong for the season, but suddenly, it feels All Right!
I wonder if any of our jewellery makers out there could tell me anything about what metal it's made from, or even if the little stone is stone or glass? I'm not coming up with much from my traditional Google 'research'.
It's really quite big - about 20cm across. I wore it to the Tree Market on Friday and it felt very appropriate.
I've photographed it on the other side of my Welsh tapestry blanket, because I realised I never showed you the famous inverse pattern for which these blankets are admired. I've discovered this particular pattern is known as Caernafon, which is the town where my grandpa was born! I really am pleased to be getting to know more about it.
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