This weekend I’m going to a Vintage Fair at Killerton in Devon.
I – can’t – wait! If you live anywhere near Devon and have access to transport I highly recommend you go! It looks like it’s going to be fantastic. I am missing a kind of belated house warming party for it (it’s actually my own house warming party but hey I live in a student house – I’m sure my roommates will tell me all the shenanigans I miss!) because as soon as I got told about it I WAS IN. As far as I was concerned, all other plans could be thrown out of the window!
Not only does it feature lots of vintage clothing and – wait for it – fashion shows! but also there will be beauty parlour workshops too where attendees can have their hair and/or makeup done inspired by vintage fashion trends! Of course you have to pay and book in advance for these kinds of treats but if vintage/retro is ‘your thing’ then you owe it to yourself to book in and get a proper professional makeover to show all your friends! There will also be a professional photographer there to take your photograph if you wanted to keep the memories even longer!
There’s so much going on and it’s happening right throughout the entire weekend 21st – 22nd June so you won’t be bored! There’ll be fairground rides, classic cars, workshops, dancing, a Jazz band, a wedding marquee and, even better, there’ll be lots of stalls with over 100 antique/vintage inspired items to choose from, including clothing, accessories, homeware and knickknack things to indulge yourself with. It looks fantastic and the line up makes me feel all kinds of giddy inside.
Seriously, what is not to love about this?
It’s a ticketed event so make sure you get yours here.
For adults tickets in advance cost just £6. For children just £4. If you decide to buy tickets on the day these are slightly more, with adults costing £10.60 and children £5.30.
To visit their Facebook page for more information click here.
So yesterday I got a perm. I was so excited all day. They washed my hair about three times and I had my hair in rollers for most of the duration of when I was in the salon. When they put all the lotion my hair STANK. I cannot even describe how offputting that smell is and it was so, so strong. I can still smell it on my hair now, but it’s faded a lot now (thankfully!)
So, well, here it is. After years of wanting curly hair permanently I FINALLY NOW HAVE IT! I text my best friend as soon as I got out the salon unashamedly declaring “FINISHED. I LOOK BEAUTIFUL NOW!” I didn’t really care if it was boastful of me. I HAD BEAUTIFUL HAIR! I’d be damned if I wasn’t going to be pleased about it. I even went straight to the toilets where I could privately do a little dance in front of the mirror, watching my curls flounce about.
Result! Now the only thing to do is head to the beach and pretend I’m a surfer babe because I totally rock the beach curls thing.
I’m getting a perm tomorrow! I cannot believe this is finally happening. I have wanted a perm for so long, as far back as I can remember. I always remember looking at my parents’ wedding photographs because my mum had a perm back then. Her hair was blonde whereas mine is very dark; almost as dark as ebony like Snow White’s. I have always been jealous of my friends who had curls. They would always just ram a straightner right through their hair. Didn’t they know how beautiful it was?
From the very first time I watched Father of the Bride I desperately wanted hair like Annie’s – the bride. I loved the way it was just at the right length and the way it bounced whenever she ran down the stairs into the arms of either her father or her fiancée. It just looked so pretty. I also really wanted her wedding shoes. They were to die for. Well actually I still want them even now.
As a fan of Taylor Swift, I adore her curls from when she was sixteen. I’m not so keen on the vintage style bob cut she’s got going on right now. I prefer her look in Tim McGraw or Our Song much more.
I mean, look how beautiful?!
I’ve told my hairdresser to go for curls of these kind, so hopefully when it’s all done I can be a cute, curled up princess looking thing! I want to keep my full fringe as my eyebrows and forehead are things I rarely like to show off. As I work at Claire’s I’m a real girly girl and rarely ever wear anything but a dress. So hopefully this look will enhance my (even dorkier) image! My appointment is tomorrow afternoon. I don’t know how long I have to sit in the chair for but I’m sure I won’t be bored.
I love working at Claire’s Accessories because, although we may get grouchy customers who demand their money back or tut, rolling their eyes, when I tell them how much ear piercing is, I still get to dress up like an idiot almost everyday, if my heart so desires. I can become a bumblebee, a ladybird, or even a butterfly. Witches, ghouls, zombies and skeletons during Halloween season you can see aplenty if you peep into the doors of your nearest Claire’s Accessories.
Right now, it is prom season. And last week I got to look like this:
Is the pink a little bit startling?
My little sister is in her last year of secondary school and she’s picked out her dress, what her hair will look like – she’s even going to, dare I say it, wear a little makeup! On Monday, I took the opportunity of having the day off University and took her out shopping to get some little bits for her big day. We spent the whole day milling around shops to get her some shoes, accessories and a shawl to match her dress. She begrudgingly tried on every pair of shoes I picked out, hardly even bothering to look at herself in the mirror when she tried on the shawls/cardigans, and finally we came back around to one of the first shops we went in – and bought her the perfect shoes.
We dressed her up in her fetching 1920s-esque prom wear and took LOADS of photos. She usually never even bothers washing her hair, so to see her like this was enough to bring tears to my dad’s eyes. She even let me style her hair, despite me burning her ear so much that it has actually started to peel a few days afterwards.
She’s a good girl really, and although this look isn’t your average billowing, pretty princess ball gown type of prom dress she is very happy. It has real 1920’s kind of tassles and is surprisingly heavy. It will look so beautiful when she gets all dancing in it.
I think it’s safe to say, I am a very proud big sister right now. I just wish she would be more girly all the time!
Recently, our house was astounded and in awe when one of our roommates came home with a snuggly, soft-to-the-touch-and-everything BEAR ONESIE. She bought it fairly cheaply, from where she works at Dunelm Mill, the posh department store. I have never been there, so therefore it must be quite posh, I assume. She works within the curtain department so I don’t know how she got to wandering down the snuggly bear onesie aisles.
Maybe they sell those as curtains. I don’t know. They would certainly keep the heat in. Although they’re so warm and cuddlesome I may have to resort to climbing up the windows, with people coming home and having to detach me from the vertical position of sleeping upon the said shut curtains. …
We loved her onesie so very much, that immediately, we started pestering (demanding, more like) that next time she was working SHE BUY ALL OF US ONE EACH. We paid her, of course. Now, in the house we have:
1) A dark chocolate female bear
2) A light brown chocolate coloured male bear
3) A deep, rich purple also male bear
4) A white chocolate female bear – which is me!
For better visual imagination, here’s a photo of the bear clan:
Don’t we just look awesome?
They’re so toasty that you barely even need the heating on – and being students – we don’t like to spend money on heating and gas when we don’t have to. It’s brilliant. The hot water bottle can go out the window too … figuratively speaking.
It’s great. I honestly never knew being a bear could be so much fun.
Recently scouring the depths of eBay, I became hooked on searching through pages and pages of cowboy boots. Being an enthusiastic fan of Texas country music, I tend to do this every few months. Usually, I never buy any though, either because the ones available just don’t look right, or are too expensive. I love them, but I will not spend over £25 on cowboy boots online for the chance that they may not even fit me properly. I have tiny baby feet.
So, you can imagine my delight when I found some that: a) weren’t too expensive b) actually looked gorgeous!
I am proud to say I bid on them and am now the grateful and lucky owner of these fine, black leathers:
I have a brown pair, not dissimilar yet I’m sad to say these are slowly falling apart. In this dreadful weather, I’ve had to superglue them from falling apart when I came home with my feet soaking wet and little damp patches on my sad little cat socks!
I was happy, with this pair, yet the next day I got an email from eBay saying that I had also won a fabulous pair of PINK cowboy boots – new – and they were awaiting my payment.
Oops … I had gone a little crazy with the bidding on several items. I never thought I would win an item. I never thought I would win those black ones! I proceeded to the link the email had sent me and, well, fell in love with these pink ones too. I said yes to the payment and they arrived a couple days later. Now, they are sat beneath my desk, with all my other pairs of shoes (largely, yes, boots) and looking damn fine.
So far, I have acquired five pairs of cowboy boots:
One Vintage, one brown pair from a store in Plymouth that recently became friends with the superglue, two suede (one pink, one brown), and these fine black ones from this post just recently. I am waiting to be united with them soon by the postman.