Blowing My Own Trumpet

In all seriousness now is it me or do you fellow Vintage Queenies get more, how shall I put it…’attention’ from the opposite sex when you are dressed in all your bygone era get up’s?

Well I was always the one in the group that never got chatted up and if I did he was either A) Old enough to be my Dad or B) have the personality of a potato sack, that I suppose and the fact that I never actually wanted to be spoken to by strangers as I quite stereo typically assumed they were just drunk idiots chancing their luck on every girl in the bar. Since I began my descent into the wonderful world of Rockabilly I have noticed odd goings on…a look here and there on the train, a few up and downs of the outfit, a lot more attention then I’ve ever received before put it that way!

A few guys (mainly older) have actually come up to me and said how lovely I look without the slightest bit of sleeze or inclination to persue the communication any further than a compliment. One kind Gentleman actually said I had the most authentic vintage look he had ever seen. Dressing this way does seem to appeal to the older older man and as my partner say, ‘The old boys love you’, which makes me smile because I’d like to think they’re remembering what their sweetheart used to look like.

I don’t feel gawped at I feel admired and it’s a very lovely feeling to be dressed in such a way that makes you feel different without the shock factor. I still love the feeling that dressing this way has brought me, it’s empowering and ultimately a hell of a lot of fun!

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RR x

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Why I Ditched Fashion For Fifties

This post may come across quite lengthy and candid but I thought I would share with you how I came to find Vintage and how the Rockabilly scene has changed my life. I love hearing about other people’s stories and after meeting the lovely Nicola who featured on a channel 4 documentary about how Rockabilly has changed her life, it made me reflect on my own journey.

Since I began the trek back in time I have learnt a few things, one of most importance is that I feel I have found myself. Having felt lost for quite a while drifting somewhere between 80’s vampire and commercial wannabe, I continuously compared myself to other women on the commute to work or wanted that ridiculously over priced jumper in Topshop that I could never afford. I was drowning in my own style crisis.

After a stint at a rather high profile PR and Events agency I quickly (within 4 weeks) resented everything about it, being an intern needless to say I was treated poorly here and alongside the long hours and no pay, Tea Making and Dry Cleaner trips were also on my To Do list. A month later, after working at many fashion events and parties, I realised it’s just the same crappy so called celebrities these agencies keep churning out on guest lists, the same crappy catering, the same ‘DJ’s’ or in other words which ever fashion model had decided to add music to her bio that week…because that’s cool didn’t you know? The same PR people high as a kite on cocaine, oh but it’s OK, it’s only the Fashion Week diet!

So after having verbal abuse thrown at me, as well as a post it note (that was especially comedic), been asked to remove the Julien Macdonald dress I wore to work at a London Fashion Week event because ‘Julien would be very upset’ if he saw my then size 8 frame in one of his (diffusion line) designs and not to mention how belittled I felt on many occasions, I decided I would rather put pins in my eyes then kiss so called VIP arse for a living. I like to think I can generally hold my own and have good rapport with my colleagues however the fashion industry has been able to reduce me to a stuttering wreck of a person instead of a knowledgeable and hard working woman with a degree (let alone feelings).

So this is where my story ends…or sort of begins? I went from being a fashion student with an active interest in Designer Collections, Trends, Who wore what and spotted high street styles filtered straight from the catwalk in an instant…to who I am now. Slowly I began building on my existing vintage wardrobe and stopped stopped shopping in high street chains, instead I turned to eBay and Charity Shops. I moved to South End after I finished University and some how the laid back, time warped little area I lived in (mixed in with the sea air and the smell of fish n chips) seemed to give me a real sense of nostalgia and being away from the hustle of London gave me time to realise who I was and what person I wanted to be.

Starting off with some YouTube tutorials on Victory Rolling, then scouring the amazing charity shops for 50’s style clothing and tuning into the brilliant Rockabilly radio stations that are available, I took on a whole new lifestyle. I drank less when I went out to these Rock n Roll nights, the music made me so much happier and of course, I started to blog. It’s infectious.

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Until I started Social Networking I hadn’t realised that the Rockabilly scene had it’s own little community as I like to call it, and I have been so welcomed into this by many wonderful followers on Twitter, people who read my blog and more recently some lovely ladies I have actually met up with through Twitter. This is a lifestyle not just a trend and in so many ways the Rockabilly scene has helped me overcome many obstacles in my life and made me a much happier person. I think it’s the innocence of the scene and how everyone in it is just here to have a good time.

Rockabilly Ladies

Rockabilly Ladies

Lovely gift from my friend The War Bride

Lovely gift from my friend The War Bride

So there you have it, my story (in a nutshell) and why Rockabilly for me is so much more than a word, it’s a lifesaver.

RRx

Saturday Night at the Spiegeltent!

If you’ve walked past the Southbank Centre in London recently then you wouldn’t have missed the huge sky swing that’s towering over a beautiful vintage fun fair! Priceless London Wonderground festival has been showcasing the most marvelous Cabaret, Circus and Sideshow acts London has ever seen this summer, with magical mushroom seating under a fairy lit sky to top it off.

Hibiscus Flower Dress: Collectif
T Bar Dance shoes: Vintage

I booked tickets for Saturday Night at the Spiegeltent as I absolutely loathe that I don’t live in a time of good old variety shows and Saturday nights at the circus! The show was in a circus tent, top marks already, and the night was filled with comedy and burlesque acts. My partner thought the comedians were brilliant which was good because being the prude I am found them rather offensive! However the Nigella Lawson burlesque act was both modern and imaginative with just the right amount of naughtiness to get a laugh from everyone, I must say I’m not sure I will ever watch one of her shows in the same way again though, think cucumbers and cream if you get my drift…

Navy Trousers: Next Shirt: Charity Shop
Brogues: Office

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Head Scarf Heaven

London’s infamous Portobello Market plays host to some great vintage pieces, jewellery especially, at the best of times but I was extremely excited when I found a stall that sells literally hundreds of silk scarves…all for £1! I’m such a scarf geek and those who shop vintage will know it is pretty hard to come across one for less than a fiver, so with a real nice chap running the stall in one of my favourite parts of London I was in my element really!

This cute  “kiwi” scarf, as I’ve fondly named it, is one of my favourites for a quick throw on for bad (or good) hair days!