Ice cream colours.

The sun shone for me at the coast! 

I lay a posin' on the pebbles in an ice cream coloured outfit; Horrocks circle skirt, Mint green sandals, a sparkly pink Pin Up Girl sweater, mint green Lux De Ville bag and an ice cream to match!

  Love as always, Lucille xx.

She's surprisin'

Today I am off on a surprise visit. It involves travelling down to the coast and spending time next to the sea and hopefully making someone very special to me smile.  I've never done a surprise visit before so I wanted to make sure I had the perfect outfit for the occasion.

Inka bought me a swell dress for mothers day so I thought I'd take it out for an adventure. Inka knows my exact measurements and I have know idea where on earth she found this little flowered wiggle from. It's even an original with it's own matching belt....this pooch knows her stuff! Paired with wooden bangles and tiki shoes, I'm hoping my slightly tropical outfit will bring tropical weather to the East Coast! 

Now to pack Inka into that big black hat box....  

No surprise visit is complete without a fabulous updo! One of my favourite styles, the 'poodle' updo which has many variations to it. Seen modelled by the likes of Betty Grable, just simply pile up the curls on top of your head!

   Love as always, Lucille xx.

Bobcat Bop!

Two friends I have known from the Rockabilly circuit happened to pop into the salon yesterday. They were willing models for Victory rollin' and it was so nice to see them. I developed bag, shoe and denim dungaree envy whilst they got their hair done! Well, I was reminded how fun it used to be jivin' and strollin' with these gals. After deckin' myself out in stripes I limbered up for a night on the dancefloor. The Bobcats supplied the rhythms, and I was boppin' from then on! 

  Love as always, Lucille xx.

No Slobbin'

Recently it was requested that I was to attend one of our girly days at the Eden Hall Spa in 'slob clothes'. Eden Hall is beautiful, the sorta place you want to elegantly arrive in your best frock and glide around their gardens, sipping a G&T. How on earth can I be expected to dress down?? The panic started to set in.The words 'slob clothes' cannot be found in my vocabulary.....or more importantly my wardrobe. Not because I am a slob snob, I just don't feel comfy in comfy clothes. So I had ten minutes. I already had my hair stuffed into a headscarf and my normal makeup routine was stopped altogether- apart from a quick swipe of my eyebrow pencil. My poor bare lips, they feel dry and naked without rouge!!

I matched a cropped Freddies of Pinewood top with my headscarf, feeling pretty rockabilly. Then I braved my fear and slipped into a pair of black leggings. The worst fashion fad of the decade, a cop-out if  you ask me which should be restricted to the gym and banned from the highstreet. Leggings do not = a trouser. So I made sure I had a pair of thick, high waisted leggings, to look more like a pair of skinny jeans rather than a pair of tights!!

I couldn't spoil my carefully picked ensemble with a pair of chunky Nike's, so I quickly strapped myself into my red Rocket Originals. A Vintage cardi acted as my comfort blanket, I wear this one all the time. So if like me, you struggle to dress 'slobbish' and the very words give you chills, you still can, without actually looking like a slob!

I only ended up arriving and leaving in my outfit. I spent the rest of the day prancing and re-winding in my 1950's blue bather, feeling truly comfy. I noticed I was the only one there with fluffy slippers and a comb in their robe pocket....

Love as always, Lucille xx.