That's right, I haven't. How shockingly lazy of me.
Still, it means there's plenty to talk about.
You remember that week of rations I mentioned that was the driving force behind this blog? Well, it never happened. In part due to the fact I had no scales and mostly due to the fact I can't cook. So I set about learning to cook and live first.
I've got the cooking bit down, sort of and my passion for black pudding has been excited to new heights! Fried black pudding and cheese in a toastie is... my God, you cannot comprehend the loveliness.
Actual vintagewise, apart from the eating of black pudding, a lot has happened. I visited my local town and in the the St. Catherine's Hospice charity shop there found an early '70s Burton tweed suit. The trousers are cavernous, but I don't mind as a friend's mum is altering them, and the jacket can be worn separately anyway. It's a beautiful suit with details such as a watch pocket and button fly on the trousers. In the same shop I also bought a brown wool cardigan, with suede patches in the shoulders. It's very comfortable and nice and warm for wearing in the house. Finally that venture yielded some 1950s patent leather dance shoes with full leather soles and heels.
I have also purchased, from the wonder of eBay, a 1970s Norfolk-style sports jacket that really breathes '30s. It's pretty correct, stylistic details wise, and is a nice greeny-brown colour. Full belted back and patch pockets, much to my happiness. I'll be wearing it to college on Monday with cream trousers (shortened today by me and they're now nice and wide at the hem, resulting in a mid-'20s early '30s appearance, black Oxfords (I only have a black belt, otherwise it'd be brown shoes) and a linen flat cap.
I think that's all - turrah, internet!
