Emily from Something Gold, Something Blue in her Beloved Endeavour Skirt of a Thousand Dreams. Currently out of stock (many thanks to everyone who ordered one!) but as soon as the fabric is available again (I’ve exhausted my supplier’s warehouse) I will let you know!
I can hardly wait for this to hit the shops. I mean- just LOOK.
I love seeing photos of people in my vintage items but even more than that I love seeing people wearing clothing I’ve made. Here is Becky from Mrs Bebe Blog in the Beloved Endeavour velveteen fly button skirt. Becky has written a great review here and I just love how she has styled it!
There are a plethora of stylish bloggers online that wear vintage clothing but my top ranking vintage lover is Wendy D.J from Just Jewels 4U. One of the reasons that I like checking out her posts is that like me- she loves 80’s fashion. Wendy has an extensive wardrobe of 80’s dresses so I sent her another one to add to her collection and here she is looking superb. This was one of my star dresses from my stock and I’m so glad to see that its gone to a good home. Wendy- you look great!
This week’s edition of IOTW is this superb striped sequin dress as worn by fellow blogger Jeniese from The Je Ne Sais Quoi. I think she looks WAY better in this stunning piece than the model on the Eloquii site so here she is, serving it up and showing us all how it’s done.
I get a real thrill to see people in my clothes whether they are vintage items or new. I see these pieces on a lifeless hanger on a clothes rail but they really do come to life once you lovely readers and customers inject your own sense of style into each garment. Here is fellow blogger Becky from Mrs Bebe Blog looking sharp casual in her Beloved Endeavour vintage blazer, comfy jeans and a great pair of boots from Clarks. If you have any photos of yourself in a Beloved Endeavour item please tag it [at]fatgirlclothes on Twitter and Instagram or email it to me! fatgirlclothes[at]yahoo.com.
See anyone you recognise?
On Friday I met up with Buttercup from Buttercup’s Frocks at Westfield Merry Hill, and we had a great time shopping, chatting and then shopping some more. I love meeting bloggers for the first time. Its a little like stepping into my computer in a Twilight Zone kinda way. I look at the photo we took and its kinda strange seeing us in the same pic, it’s like one of us has photobombed the others wardrobe shot. The surrealism of the photo is further amplified by the fact that we’re wearing the same dress. The photo was taken in Yours were we both liked the same frock but it didn’t fit either of us despite our different body shapes. It gaped in between the armhole and bust on both of us and looked pretty dreadful. Dear retailers, fat girl clothes need bust darts. You won’t win customers by cutting corners on the fit *shaking finger*.
We went into H&M but the plus section was so diabolically disasterous even by H&M’s usual poor show, that I won’t even comment any further. All that was missing was some petrol and a match. You would have to have seen it to really believe it.
We had more success in Evans where I bought a super bargainous dress from last years Clements Ribeiro collection for £18 (it was £20 but there was an easily repairable hole in the side seam) and Buttercup bought a jersey dress from the current Evans range.
I couldn’t wait to wear my new purchase and wore it to church the very next day. I was trying to do my very best Zadie Smith impersonation by teaming a very ladylike dress with black framed glasses and headwrap. Isn’t the resemblance uncanny…..
Okay, so I looked nothing like her. There is in fact someone else a little closer to home who I do definitely resembled…
Generally I don’t think we look much alike though some people think we do. However, there’s no denying a physical resemblance in this photo. As soon as I saw the pic it reminded me of this photo of my mom from the 60’s. The stance is the same and our arms even hang in a similar way for goodness sake, The head tilt and the side glance only reinforce the fact that I am slowly turning into my mother, something that I never thought would happen, physically, mentally or in any other possible way.
This metamorphosis isn’t a bad thing. I love my mother to bits, I think I just like to believe that all my traits and mannerisms are my own. I guess I’m wrong. My mom would have been in her thirties too around the time that this photo was taken. She’s 80 now and has no wrinkles to speak of so I certainly wouldn’t mind inheriting her good skin. I spend a lot of time in front of a computer screen though so I’ve probably sealed my fate as far as that’s concerned as I’m sure the constant glare ages you at an alarming rate. I’m just glad that make up for black skin has improved over the past fifty years and I have Bobbi Brown 6.5 to rely on. Whatever brand my mom was using really was not the one,