romance in Inishowen’s own personal Siberia
I wish you love, warmth and happiness from Inishowen’s newly formed Siberia. Hope you or your lovers are still able to roam around in cashmere socks and over sized jumpers in the heat of your own home and that you have no immediate need to build a den unless it is just for fun.
When Charity gets Uppity
Yesterday whilst searching for dresses, thinking I might be able to get for £20 at the most I was horrified to see how snooty many branches of charity shops have become. I noticed it before when I went to purchase books and was charged £5 for copies of Harry Potter that were so battered and smoke smelling you wondered whether they had been re-free-cycled five times over. i have no problem buying from charity shops, I enjoy knowing that when I buy things the money, well the percentage of it not given to expensive advertising campaigns, will be going to a cause. I also enjoy gifting clothing to them which is in a reasonable condition, clean and of good quality knowing that someone else will be a ble to get wear out of it and that it wont end up in a landfill someplace else.
The problem we found however, is that charity shops, spurred on by the age of Vintage becoming cool have become carried away with their pricing and are somehow managing to justify charging up to £13 for a Next dress and around £7 on average even at times for Primark and George. It is a total joke because we went in yesterday ready to spend £20 and left in disgust at the fact this would buy us only two dresses and had we went to eBay we could have triple the amount of dresses. It is silly because people spend more when they feel they are getting value for money, less or nothing at all when they feel they are getting ripped off. ...............
Silk for a Sunday spent surrounded by the splendour of Bruxelles
In Irish families unlike English ones you lay the body out in the house prior to the funeral it is a tradition which is difficult for those who live in the house as you can find yourself going a little crazy hoping the person might still be able to hear you but in many ways it removes the idea of death as something which is scary and should not be talked of. Later after my sister died my parents brought me a black silk dress for my 17th birthday. It is and was beautiful and when I wear it is mas much a homage to the loss of my sister as it is to the joy she brought us.Today at Bruxelles, surrounded by friends, few of whom had known her I couldn’t help but feel sad and full of sentiment and although I meant for this posting to be about the joys of Sunday dinner at Bruxelles, which by the way was lovely, in my melancholic state thinking as I was of my darling sister it seemed a bit too trivial to post only on luncheon.
The great outdoors and a little light exercise to address the angst
Day three with the extended family
I originally tried the dress on back at a brownie camp reunion weekend back in early December with three of my best friends from Manchester University. Hitting the shops with a white wine induced headache and a determination to persuade the London city girls that Manchester’s vintage shops really were free of moths we eventually had to compromise on a trip to Selfridges. It was here that I bought my first full priced item of clothing for over a year. Unfortunately the item in question was a puff ball skirt which I wore for New Years Eve, but I did try on this dress but found the stripes and ruffles left me looking a little too chunky round the middle and at £40 I just couldn’t justify trying on the next size up. Imagine my glee when I came upon it in the Topshop sale on New Years Eve in a 12 which was much more to my liking.
A poorly posting
- Today’s dress is from my mystery donor. I am not sure where it is from originally but the sender has obviously read the blog as I have previously hinted heavily about wanting to wear a denim dress and whoever it is has sent me two. I may be closing in on whoever it is that is sending me them. I had another box sent last week and another mysterious note was inside. I am making enquiries but hope to have more news tomorrow. Thanks to HP who suggested the letter might have German influences it all helps towards drawing out the donor. HP also said one package addressed to Lost in Notation may have come from one of her lovely friends who live on a military base. If this is you and you are reading thank you so much. Please let me know who you are so I can credit you!
The sweetest surprise
Submerged in sadness
- Today’s dress was brought for me by the boy as a cheer up treat yesterday. It is some unusual make but it was from British Heart Foundation and was only £3.99. I wore it with my checker tights and some huge heels to give me a bit of a boost. I am not usually a fan of purple but according to the boy it suits my hair colour. My baby brother took the photos for me before having to head out to see his lovely lady. He is a big fan of strange angles which he creates by spinning the camera around and randomly taking the photos when I am least expecting it.
Jeans for Genes
A little ray of sunshine through the clouds of a dreary day
Things have been pretty bad all day, tears and tantrums but the clouds have cleared and I am once again hopeful and loving life. I am tired but I don’t want to go to sleep because of the possibility that I may wake up again in the morning with clouds over my eyes.
In my worse moments I have wondered off the ward, desperate, utterly desperate for escape from this low one way or another. I walked for as long as I could to try and take the sting out of the anxiety but it did not work.
What is worse for my family and friends who came to see me today is that I was still in the low patch when they visited and now I am on cloud nine. It is a source of great frustration to me that during the lows I cannot remember the highs and I can see no way that it can lift.
I have decided to keep going with the blog while I am in here. In the interests of my health I will not be updating the seven days from last week as it is just too bleak a period to blog back upon.
Hopefully things will pick up and the blogs will not all be doom and gloom but I want to carry it on and I hope that you will all forgive me if there are a few off days.
I am tired now, fingers crossed for a brighter day tomorrow or failing that a high that starts before 10pm at night.
- Today’s dress is from the mysterious dress donor. I am not sure where it is from, no label but it has a great shape and the skirt seems to cry out for a dance. I did consider wearing it to yoga but it does not lend itself well to all the bending over and reaching back.
- Today’s dress is on loan from my sister. It is originally from Next but I think it is definitely better suited to her. She is taller than me and suits spotty dresses better than I do. I think I look a little too matronly and wide at the hips.
Long black dress
- Today’s dress is from HP. A friend of my sister from her University days she is an absolute legend who is a great surfer and good craic to go clubbing with. She is a business whiz, can drive a motorbike and is also the mother of two very lovely little girls. A supporter of the blog from the beginning, H has harangued her friends to find dresses for the project and shares the posts with her friends through her own Facebook wall. She once posted a very nice note about how reading the blog had replaced Farmville as a form of entertainment for when she has to get up in the night to care for the kids. It is because of this that I do make an effort to get something up on the site every day even if it is just a few photos. She kindly donated the dress a few weeks ago but I have been saving it for a special occasion like tonight. It was originally from Hennes and has to be worn without a bra which was frankly quite liberating if a little bit ris risky during the dancing.