CHARITY SHOP BUYS

As ever, the charity shops outside of London reaped their rewards this weekend. 

I found a pair of old lady patent party shoes by Salvatore Ferragamo for £2.50 and then walked into another charity shop on the high street in Taunton only to be confronted with the wonder of this vintage silk shirt with an amazing print on it. I mean, how could you not buy a shirt this loud? I was so overcome I even did a half hearted disco dance. Well, I think I did because I can't FOR THE LIFE OF ME figure out what I'm doing in the last picture. 

Top - charity shop

Jeans - Topshop

Shoes - Salvatore Ferragamo from charity shop

A TRADITIONAL WEEKEND

Last Saturday it was the village fete in the village my parents live in and my Dad's birthday. I wasn't quite as helpful as I could have been on the bric a brac stall - I spent most of the day mooning over the lovely dogs at the regional dog show, one of the main attractions of the day (as far as I'm concerned). That and the cake stall. And the tombola. Why am I so drawn to a stall where I can spend £1 for 5 tickets only to win a can of sweetcorn I could have bought for 42p? That's one fucked up British upbringing right there.

Oh, and most importantly? It didn't rain.

1. Village fete being set up 

2. Cute dog 

3. Another cute dog 

4. Birthday fizz

5. Dad's Lego men (he collects the packets you buy like stickers)

6. More Lego (seriously, he was given loads as pressies)

7. Mum & Dad's garden 

8. Oi oi sailor (and very non P.C. cannibal)

9. Hula Hoop fingers. Classy

10. Wonderful Swedish Hasbeens x H&M sandals 

All taken with Instagram