Rouge, Blanc & Bleu.

I don't feel like I'm making enough effort by throwing on the first red and blue dress I see for this weekends celebrations. For me it's all about the details and I enjoy taking things up a level. I'm interested in what you can do with your hair. (As always!) I am already aware of how many rouge, blanc and bleu items hang in my wardrobes- the three colours appear to be favourites!!  My mission is to find appropriate hair/head pieces to impress Ol' Queenie.

Flowers; Asda.

I've worn these flowers constantly on the run upto the Jubilee and will continue to wear them after the celebrations. They're super swish.

Now, in the next few images, you will see that my blonde stripe has morphed into a strip of new colour, resembling candy floss. What do you think? I'm planning on keeping it for a while, then changing it to a mint green. The white blonde served me well, and acts as a great base to apply new pastel colour to whenever I chose! 

Now back to Jubilee hats.

I salute you HRM!

Shirt; Freddies of Pinewood

Trousers; VOH

Everytime I wear this Beret my Dad always asks, 'Do you know that your hat has shrunk in the rain?'

Dress; Bettie Page.

Beret; Re-made from a large Beret originally from Primark.

For all you outfit lovers, I've included some details of this weekends wares.

   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.