Feeling Glam

After more than a little umm-ing and ahhh-ing I finally caved. I’ve been putting it off for a good few months, trying to rise above it all and remind myself that it would be no better second time around. However, under the pressure of boredom and the early onset of a varicose vein (vain, moi?) I finally cracked. I bought what today’s youth (ie. those of us younger than 27) call ‘footless tights’.

Now pardon me for being past it, but when I was younger we used to call these garments Leggings (we also used to call Hip Hop ‘Rap’ but that’s a whole other thing). Big black stretchy things full of that new-fangled lycra which still seemed to go baggy at the knees after one wear and if you added fat black elastic to the cuffs, could be termed ‘ski-pants’. However, this winter there has been a number of gorgeous dresses and tunics cut so short it was only possible to wear them with said tights. In the end it was my possession of a burnt orange tunic from Katharine Walker that did it for me. It was an absolute bargain and I love it so, but I just can’t wear it bare-legged or even flesh-stockinged-legged.

So I glammed up for a gig on Thursday night and went 80’s on my bad self. Big hair, footless leggings, red dress, gold stretchy belt, dangly earrings and tall black courts. In fact, the boys in the band liked it so it obviously wasn’t too fashion-forward. But enough about all this.

Stay with me here, there is a reference to knitting at the bottom of all this. The reason I was chatting about all this cr*p was because I’ve come over all eighties – think Alison Goldfrapp. I’m not quite old enough to remember it all first time round but its growing on me. I am in fact, desperate to knit this bolero on the Knitty website for myself for the summer. Yes I know I said I should finish my other projects first but this one is just so beautiful. No? And it would fit in with my slightly new wardrobe sensibility perfectly…

Retro Schmetro

Well, the finger is still painful. bum. No crafting, no cooking, no nothing. I can’t do anything that puts any pressure on it, and that includes lifting things with my left hand. the regular action of knitting and crochet seem to upset it too.

So, instead of kicking back with a DVD and a G&T, I got incredibly frustrated this evening with my untidiness. It always bothers me, but I can usually find something else to do. But this time in a rash moment of enthusiasm I started tidying things away! My sanity obviously disappeared with that bit of my finger.

Well, as I was tidying tops into hampers, I discovered this skirt (see below). I’d completely forgotten about it. I bought it in a great vintage store, although I guess you’d call it an Op Shop if you’re from NZ or a second-hand shop if you don’t read Vogue regularly. Its called Beyond Retro, and it sits slap bang in the middle of my favourite place in London right now, Soho. Well, it cost me less than £15 and is a gorgeous cotton so will be perfect for spring. I’m not a massive fan of polka dots, but it appeals to the retro side of me (and wow, do I have a soft spot for retro), especially as it so 50’s-inspired.

Its a wrap-around style but my waist isn’t small enough to accomodate the wrap without exposing my decency every time I put left foot in front of right. So I think I’ll sew down the side seams, leaving a gap at the bottom for ease of walking, and I’ll put some buttonholes in the top of the seam to fasten it. Either that or I’ll take the waist down slightly, but that will involve a little more tailoring, and I’m not sure I can be bothered. Despite my poorly finger I seem to be creating a lot of projects for myself…

I did manage to find another fantastic craft blog: Ruby Crowned Kinglette . Today she’s got a post on smocking, and some of it looks incredibly beautiful. Its always looked far too difficult to me, but her stuff looks wonderful.

I may be quiet for a few days however. I’m gigging until late tomorrow night in town and then I’m driving straight to Cornwall (alright, I’ll stop in a Travelodge in Southampton at about 3am) to spend the weekend with a friend down there. I love Cornwall, I can’t wait. And I’m pleased about seeing my friend of course

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