Glorious day!
I wrote on GOING PUBLIC that I had a huge list of things to do over the next few weeks. I’m surprisingly un-panicked about it today as the sun shines down on me and my shed. I’m sat up here at the top of the garden in it, looking at the sun on the daisies in the grass that needs cutting. I’m sat in the shade of it, because when it comes to sunshine, it appears I inherited the Irish genes not the Serbian. I’m pale and a bit freckly.
I’ve been to my all-time favourite shop today to buy a dress. Not to wear but to add to, embellish and embroider on. This shop is chock full of clothing and household textiles from the Victorian to the 1980s horrors I wore in my youth. I could easily spend all day in there. I knew what I wanted… ish… and tried to explain it to my husband, who helpfully would prise things out from crammed rails and say “What about this” to which I would scornfully answer “No!” I knew that I would know it when I saw it. I wanted an ordinary dress, from late 50s to early 70s… ish. It could have a slight pattern, but preferably plain. It needed to look old, and everyday. These sort of items are rare, as people just throw away or wear out the everyday, and keep the posh frocks. I found a green one that was the perfect style, but in silk. Too expensive. My mum would never have worn a silk dress when I was a child. Nor linen, too creasy. Cotton or wool mix, yes, polyester even (the horror!), but not silk.
I found it in the end. Pink cotton, pale, washed out even, with slight pit staining. It has a self coloured belt and a bit of pleating/gathering from the waist. Simple. Everyday. Once I’ve washed it I’ll take some photos. I can see what I’m going to do with it already…. But God knows when!
