Monday, 19 March 2012

Lady and the Scamp

So for the first Sunday in about 4 months, we woke up without hangovers! Saturday is always mine and Aimee's night out on the tiles which inevitably will end in us crawling home around half 6 on the sunday morning and waking up mid afternoon with a pair of cracking headaches and wobbly tummies. 

It was an absolute novelty to have a whole sunny Sunday to enjoy. We thought what better an occasion to get dressed up and take some snaps to share with you some of our favourite spring outfits of the moment.  

Introducing the Scamp!
Harriett wears 
1930s Boater Hat: Lewes
Edwardian Vest: Spitalfields Antique Market
Edwardian Slip: Charity shop
Grey Tights: Primark
Edwardian Stockings: Lewes
Leather Boots: Rokit Vintage

And the Lady!
Aimee Wears
Dried flowers: Columbia road
Thrifted Blouse: Charity shop
Necklace: Gift. 
1950s Pearls: Her Nan's.
1930s Nightgown: eBay
1980s Teddy: Her mothers
Tights: Primark 

After doing some posing we pottered down the flower market, bought Aimee's Ma a pot plant, then headed to the pub! Let me just say we may not have been hungover sunday morning, but are both feeling a little on the delicate side today! 


Harriett & Aimee xx

Tuesday, 6 March 2012

The Dreaming

Hi all,
I've been really awful with posting lately because of a number of issues. My laptop broke, I've been uninspired but mostly because recently I've felt really unconfident about my appearance. I realise that this paragraph may seem like compliment fishing but I'd just like to be honest and express how I feel. Plus the key to my confidence has always been within (which has its positives and negatives).

I've had some troubled skin on my face and its completely wrecked my confidence recently. Despite how many people tell me that I'm making mountains out of mole hills (ironic ha), I've felt really down about it. Before this came around I felt pretty when walking down a street and until very recently I felt like covering my head with a scarf.

So despite the fact that all my favourite hairstyles are marcel waves, raised quiffs etc. I decided to cut in a fringe.


I feel brand new and a hundred times better.



Anywho this post wasn't meant to be about me wallowing. My haircut reminds me of the style I had when I ripped off Kate Bush at age sixteen. It was red, big and fringed. The lot. Thus I've been thinking about my obsession with her recently.


Its a common trait in a vintage lady to have some sort of alternative past and I'm no different. I went through the  different colours of the rainbow hair stage, the indie kid stage (absolutely scandalous at my dodgy East London comprehensive) and even that awful metal/goth/emo stage. And yet I can understand where those influences came from. Listening to The Strokes came from my Dad, dying my hair came from my Mum and the other awful stuff came from friends. I have no idea where my love of Kate Bush came from. I think I saw her performing 'Wuthering Heights' on an old Top of the Pops episode and I just 'got it'.


I have no idea why I've never discussed how much she influences myself and my style before. Her spirit and women like her never cease to inspire me. In a world where women are sold as passive sexual images rather  than for their art or their work, the non-compromisers are those that I feel really connected to. I have so much admiration for someone that says fuck the push up bra. I'm doing interpretative dance.

Although I can't say that I wear a lot of lycra, I love her hair, the glitter, the stage outfits and those dreamy lazy clothes she wore around the release of 'The Kick Inside'.

I didn't really mean to get all deep on you, but its funny what a hair cut can do. Here's some Kate Bush inspired moves for your viewing PLEASURE!


Thrifted silk blouse : Charity shop
Silk 1930s night gown: Snooper's Paradise 
Necklace: a present 
Hair flowers: a tree! 

Aimee xxx


P.s. Care to share an unlikely style icon?