For this day I was wearing another of my favourite summer dresses, again made from a 1947 pattern in an orientalist print. This time I am grimacing like the ugly babies, instead of looking smug about finding them.
Here’s this photo again. The shoes are high! And definitely bad on the cobbled stones. Ouch!
The baguette was a necessary accessory. It was too warm for the beret and the onions.
1940s dress – I made it
Acid green seed bracelet – a gift
Belt – charity shop
Clogs – Portobello market
1960s handbag – Klobber in Boscombe