Giving in
It's autumn. I have finally given in and accepted the obvious. Autumn has been poking me from all corners for a little while now, but I resisted and turned a blind eye. And stubbornly blocked out all unwanted information, starting with shop windows and ending with other blogs.
Or at least I thought I was doing that, because it crept up on me, insidiously working its way in unseen crevices and slowly wrapping itself around me like ivy around a house.
I've been invaded and am now conquered, looking forward to a new slavery, excited at the thought of crisp, sunny days, hearty food and pub fires, the spicy smell of wood smoke lingering in the air, the cosines of wool and leather...anticipating all that like you do with a kiss, guessing it like you feel the nearness of a hug...
1930s repro jumper from miss-jennifers-vintage-emporium on Ebay, many thanks!;
modern skirt by Great Plains;
50'/60's military port map, it belonged to my late father-in-law;
brown suede shoes from a vintage fair, I have retrieved these beauties after leaving them behind at another fair, longer than a year ago!
modern skirt by Great Plains;
50'/60's military port map, it belonged to my late father-in-law;
brown suede shoes from a vintage fair, I have retrieved these beauties after leaving them behind at another fair, longer than a year ago!