While I was searching through my pictures folder on my laptop the other day, I discovered a whole heap of random photographs that I haven’t posted yet.
These photos were taken by the Husband (he’s no photographer, don’t judge him….), and they’re from one of our lazy days on the common, just laying around and running about. God Bless the Picnik 60’s effect!
Looking at these pictures really reminds me of my long-running love of the sixties and seventies – I do adore the WWII period and following years, but when it comes to getting dressed, I just don’t have the time or patience to faff about with pin curls and victory rolls. I wish I did, because it is such a beautiful look, and an era that I really do love, but my minimum-effort attitude seems to have failed me once again. The seventies are just that bit easier to tackle – sandals, dress, wavy hair, bosh. Done. The only thing I am lamenting at the moment is the fact that I got about four inches of hair cut off a few weeks ago – the flowing seventies locks may take a while to catch up….
The second lot of pictures were taken one sunny day, not long after our anniversary Brighton trip. I decided to take the turban out for a spin, and can’t make up my mind whether it’s really ‘me’ or not yet – I’m not entirely sure how this would go down in my local village either, they’re not exactly famed for their love of the eclectic. Le sigh.
I got the little bag from the Amnesty International stall at the recent fair I sold at – it was a sheer bargain at £2, and was closely followed by the sandals which came from eBay vintage, another bargain at £5.99. The dress actually came from, coughcoughNewLookcoughcough, and the belt is vintage. I feel the need to point out that a) the belt is cream coloured, almost white and b) if you look carefully, you’ll notice that it’s very nearly the same colour as my legs. This has become a long running joke amongst everyone that knows me – the Husband once cried, “arrrgghhh! My eyes! The sun is reflecting off of your legs,” and I’m the only one of my friends who flatly refuses to wear fake tan. “But what’s wrong with being flesh coloured?” I grumbled to the Husband. “Nothing,” he replied, “but that’s not flesh coloured.” Humph.
Lovely pic's and I do like your hair that length.You are not alone on the no fake tan business, for my wedding no one could understand why I didn't want a spray tan, but its just not me. I will stick with my english rose skin thank you very much, in any case I don't know what I would look like with a tan. My husband and I were told on honeymoon we look like an odd couple because I am so fair and he is so brown. I can live with that! x
Good girl! Fake tan's disgusting!I am in the process of growing my hair – it hasn't been longer than my ears for years and years (yes, I am a poet…) It's torture! But I am dangling a carrot of 60s flower child inspiration in front of myself.
I love these photos. The first set look really 70s and so happy and relaxed – loving that mustard / floral combo too!As for your legs, they're just fine in every sense of the word and look about the same pantone reference as mine. Hasn't anyone heard of the phrase 'pale and interesting' before?