What a difference a week or two makes… not long ago, it felt like Summer was here again. It’s well and truly gone: as I look out onto an extremely grey, drizzly Glossop I can safely say that Autumn is here and Winter fast approaching. First thing we need to cope with it is some outerwear:
If you have a small child, you’ll need something for him or her when you’re trotting around, all Yummy Mummy-like, in the rain…
But perhaps don’t ask the Umbrella Man to look after them:
No matter how much it was raining, I’d be petrified if I’d woken up to find him on the end of my bed as a child! He’s got no shoes on for heaven’s sake…
On a cold, drizzly day, you also need some warm food to make you toastie in the morning and in the evening:
This one isn’t essential for a rainy day, but it made me smile how they shoehorned it into the advert, just to make it rhyme! That 1950s advert staple: the ‘rhyme’… how it created some truly terrible advertising slogans.
It’s good to know that, for men, there’s a toothpaste to see them through every possibility of life.
Hope your rainy day has been brightened up slightly by these fantastic 1950s adverts. Woman’s Own magazines are a veritable treasure trove of fashion tips, advertising and images. I’ll leave you with a close-up of that slightly odd Weetabix character:
I think this comes from the School of How to Scare Small Children and Red-Headed Women, just like the Umbrella Man…
I’ve finally been to a jumble sale – it’s been far too long! On Sunday, we went down to Stafford to see my sister on her birthday. (See ‘Nurses and Brides’ post). I swear the Midlands is the Mecca for jumble and car boot sales. We went to a village jumble in Gnosall, queued up from quarter to with everyone else. My sister, Megan, very loudly proclaimed that she hated kissing old people on the lips; Kirsty, equally as loudly, said she loved it… It’s a miracle they sold us anything.
Megan was right in there. I’ve never seen anything like it. Elbowing O.A.Ps left, right and centre: it was amazing. I was a bit more sedate. It’s been that long since I’ve been to one, I think I’ve forgotten the knack of it. The bits and bobs were easy to look around… it was the clothes mountain that scared me off. However, scary women (and there was one VERY scary woman in particular: “If you want to get in there, I’ll move. You’ve only got to ask, there’s no need to be so rude.” This was said to a very old lady who had gently – she was quite old, mind – nudged her on the elbow. Cue five minutes of vitriol pouring out of her mouth.) aside, we did get a few bits and bobs:
All those for a pound!
My best find though wasn’t even retro or vintage:
It shouldn’t really be featured as I do try to limit my posts to anything vaguely retro or vintage BUT it was such a fantastic bargain, I had to show it off. We looked it up when we got home and the same model should cost £110. It works perfectly and has everything with it, including the instructions. I’m a bit excited. I know it’s sad… as soon as my evil week is over then I’ll get making some stuff. I suppose that’s fairly retro, isn’t it? Aren’t we supposed to be modern women nowadays, all debauchery, lager, late nights and loose love? No…? Ah well, best continue on like nothing’s changed then.
I think I could get addicted to jumble sales. They’re so cheap, it’s almost scandalous. On the way out of the hall, Megan said, “I really feel like going and looking around the charity shops now. Is town open?” It’s the thrill of finding something for nothing, isn’t it, that gets you hooked. Just a shame that I can’t seem to find any in Manchester.
- Being Modern: Vintage (independent.co.uk)
Yesterday, I still felt pretty rotten after the Thursday-IBS-Extravaganza. I’m trying to give it a more positive sounding name, but honestly on Thursday, I felt like some kind of monster was going to burst out of my abdomen Alien-style. I’m surprised the neighbours didn’t knock on to ask what all the noise was about. Sorry, Jim, that was the sound of your mentalist IBS-suffering neighbour groaning in agony.
Friday, I felt a bit better but still very much full of headache and feeling sick so decided to stay at home again. I hate being off work. I feel guilty and that makes my stomach even worse and so the cycle begins again. At least this time it was nearer to the weekend so I’ve got today and tomorrow to sort myself out properly.
Anyway, I went for a walk around Glossop yesterday before lunch time and I honestly think that did me as much good as anything else. I don’t know if it was the good weather that did it or not, but I actually found a few bits and bobs in the charity shops:
I’m going to keep these two tops (plus another one but I’m wearing that now!) and the brooch. Vintage brooches are one of my favourite accessories, despite the ribbing I get about it from one of my work colleagues (you know who you are!). There are a couple of girls at school who occasionally wear brooches on the blazers and it breaks my heart to have to ask them to take them off.
Now, I haven’t gone mad and I haven’t completely turned into a little old lady… but just look at the covers for those books. The illustrations are great! Unfortunately, I can’t quite read the signature on the ‘Substitute Lover’ one. It looks like Lin something or other. I might ask Leif Peng over at Today’s Inspiration if he knows who drew these.
I love all of the little compartments to this bag. My first thoughts were to sell it, but it might be good to keep in my bag to keep all of my junk in. I usually just throw my phone, makeup, keys and purse into the bottom of my bag for work, so perhaps this would be a good solution.
That one will probably end up on Ebay as we’ve got more than enough pots knocking around our kitchen.
The two dresses you can see both appear to be from the ’80s, but masquerading as ’60s pieces. The dark blue one is handmade and has an almost digital feather print and a batwing top/tight skirt shape; the bright pink is a vintage Jaegar shift dress. Both are amazing: neither of them look any good on me! The blue one at least fits, but my ‘posterior’ as Aidan calls it doesn’t quite work with the dress… Just because J-Lo can work it, doesn’t mean I can, unfortunately.
Today is dedicated to work for my Masters then tomorrow we’re off to Stafford for the day to see my sister on her birthday.
- Busy Saturday (littleowlski.wordpress.com)
This time it appears to be me that inspired a dress from Woman’s Own:
This is a picture from last year when my school won a big party from Vodafone. It wasn’t actually at Granada Studios, it was at some boutique hotel (the name of which escapes me now) in Manchester. Fabulous night and I was very pleased with the vintage 80s-does-50s dress that I managed to find for £12.00
Imagine my delight when, on flicking through my Woman’s Own magazines, I found this:
It’s not exactly the same, but there are enough similarities to make me happy. I just need a pink headband and rosey bag. I could also do with being able to fit back into this dress for a wedding in a couple of weeks’ time. Unfortunately, having eaten my own body weight in chocolate tonight, I’m not sure that is going to happen. I’ve done so much running in the last week, but all it’s done is made me hungry, hungry, hungry!
Ah well, will just have to buy another dress instead…
- Mad Men Inspiration from Woman’s Own (littleowlski.wordpress.com)
- Rosey Romance (chiqueandtreats.wordpress.com)
- A Vintage Story (danihanrahan.wordpress.com)
Is it getting a bit late to say ‘Happy New Year’? I must admit, I’m not one of these people that does say it as a rule, and I find it particularly awkward when someone says it and it’s the 16th of January or some time about then… Anyway, this will be my first and only mention of ‘Happy New Year’:
She’s definitely wearing contacts.
Yesterday I looked at the 1940′s Marie France magazine. Today we are fast forwarding six years and skipping across the Channel to see what fashion and life was like for ladies in Britain in 1955:
“British designers have taken inspiration from all that is best in the couture styles from Paris, Rome and Switzerland, translating them into lovely garments perfect in every way for women at home.
The ideas are not entirely continental – reognize the influence of the Army Officer’s ‘British Warm’ in the jacket sketched on the far left?
Matador-style pants – slim and tapering, are now striped in velveteen for extra flattery; they’re so attractive, it takes a strong mind to reject them, but do so if you are the slightest bit overweight.
Skirts – full and pleated, bell-shaped and gored, hold their own successfully against the craze for slacks and prove that, although not all of us are built to wear pants, there is a skirt style to suit everybody.
In the group on the left the centre skirt is made of suede, finished fabric, pretty and practical. The attractive skirt on the right, of white blanket cloth, is trimmed with multi-coloured bows of thick knitting wool – an idea to copy.
The sweater story is one of brilliant colour and a multitude of designs. For the first time, there is a style to cover, destract from or disguise every figure fault. The Paisley patterned wool jersey sweater on the left has ribbed collar and cuffs and comes in a variety of colours. Delightful for both day and informal evening wear. Chosen carefully and cleverly teamed, your separates will keep you warm but elegant for informal Winter wear.”
(P.10-11, Woman’s Own, January 6th, 1955)
Did anyone else spot the Americanisms in that? Pants, slacks, recognize – what was going on? Also, some of the fashion ideas seem to be somewhat similar to today’s fashion: Paisley knitwear, full skirts and strange shaped trousers!
I’d wear the black and striped one on the left. Apparently made by Estrava and available in several colours.
“Jewellery with these new evening fabrics should be chunky, and gold or silver kid is the best choice for belts and handbags. And do please be sure to wear plain, plain shoes.” (p.11)
Illustration for a short story done by Al Buell.
A few adverts from the same magazine: