Intense colours - they remind me of a Laurie Lee book. For some reason, whenever I think of 'When I Walked Out One Midsummer Morning' or 'Cider With Rosie' the descriptions seem to pulse in my imagination with yellows, reds and greens. These photos were taken after a family visit to the most incredible bookshop (a converted barn full of old stock and dusty tomes - with a whole floor for fiction, and shelf upon shelf of photography). On return, my mum commented that the 'light outside was perfect'. Usually when this sort of statement is made, I madly hurry upstairs so something can quickly be chosen to wear before the sun deserts us again. Maybe my subconcious was still on some literary-related level when I put together this ensemble (silk? layers? pleats? My future self spends her life in clothes like these while drinking countless cups of coffee and having interesting conversations in bookshops). But perhaps I am just overanalysing things!
The surprising continuity of warm weather over the last week has been quite shocking. I keep expecting it to disappear suddenly, leaving me stranded without the usual requisite cardigan somewhere in the middle of nowhere. However, the sun lived has lived up to its golden expectations, and I even managed to go swimming in a river last thursday.
One thing I like about sunny days is the shedding of the layers that usually go under any outfit - abandoning tights and long sleeved tops is most satisfying. Instead I have been enjoying floating around in various silk items whilst alternating between sunbathing and revision. This particular vintage seventies dress was bought by my mum from ebay. She had it for all of three seconds before I managed to sneakily smuggle it into my already bulging wardrobe. If my clothes were people, they would have probably died of asphyxiation by now.
Here I layered the silk shirt dress over a vintage pleated skirt from a market in Bristol, and a silk Monsoon vest. The belt is vintage, as is the bag in the first shot, and my grandma gave me the wooden bangles. These silver wedges were one of my first pairs of high heels, and I thought I had donated them to a charity shop ages ago. Nevertheless, my very clever mum thought they might be worth hanging on to - and she was right! I am smitten all over again.
My dad took the photos in a field near our house. It is one of the default locations we plump for if we can't be bothered to make a special visit somewhere, and yet it constantly amazes me how many times one expanse of land can change in a year. The yellow of this particular crop is remarkably on trend (daahling!), and also makes me think of vivid technicolour films such as 'The Wizard of Oz'.
I had an article published by IFB today, on the subject of Blogging Against Adversity - with special emphasis on blogging through my scoliosis surgery and beyond. I was ecstatic to see the finished piece up on the website, and if you have the time I would really appreciate some feedback.