Parcel Love

Kylie sent me a parcel to warm the cockles of my heart! It arrived when my spirits were at a lowish ebb - winter blues + birthday blues + several job rejections + writing rejection = a dispirited sister outlaw with more than a whiff of a mid-life crisis about her indeed.


But I went from this*.....

to this...

with the arrival of a parcel.

Sure -what a bundle of goodies!

A vintage luscious slip with lace and bows - still new with the tag on it! There were even matching knickers! Oh in the nineties I would have worn it as a dress ala Collette Dinnigan! Still might.

Gorgeous girdle pants with love heart details and even suspenders! For that perfect vintage silhouette .

This warm luminous pure wool mohair Scottish highland cape - Makes me want to wander the hills!

And tennis fabric and tennis dress pattern! I love that smash action that fabric girl has! Inspirational!

But wonderful as all that is - the overwhelming thing was that I felt loved and appreciated and understood.

Thanks so much Kylie for the thoughtfulness, your perfect taste and the effort in posting some love across the Nullabor to your shivering blog-friend in Melbourne. If I could parcel up my heart and tie it with a piece of string and send it off to Perth I would.

But there will be reciprocal bit of stuff winging it your way soon Ms Lucy Violet Vintage!

*is that a cowboy in drag????

Anyone for tennis?

What month is it? Well it is February. But you would be forgiven for thinking it's frocktober all over again with this post.

I am making stuff. Making so much stuff.(I will show you all I promise) But for today, I thought I might give you all a squiz at this  vintage tennis dress. I wore it to ladies tennis this morning....

What's wrong Julianne? You wouldn't be the first person to ask that in the last few days. It's the pouty scowl. You see,I have a big bad mouth ulcer that is preventing me from smiling...and obviously I smile a lot because there has been much concern expressed for my welfare.

And yes. I do actually wear runners to tennis. And here's what I wore after tennis...

Thrifted seventies floral number with pintucked bodice and sleeves accessorised with yellow tights, pale blue platform shoes....

 
 
 

and yes, a pouty scowl. Or is that a scowly pout?