Oh, what an eventful day..
The aftermath of a photoshoot.. get a drink, get a cig,  put on clothes you can breathe in..and settle down with the disks and the pooter! Fabulous fun on a Saturday night.. staying in is the new going out.
The clearing up can wait!
There has been a Clothes & Make up Bomb just gone off in the bathroom, a girlified explosion of lipstick and frilly pants, and very, very expensive stockings that have rips in them, damn! I always do that.
The things I do for you,  eh?
When I was younger, I absolutely hated having my photo taken. Therefore, inbetween 14-20yrs, there are no photos of me. I really regret that now. I was a punky new romantic psychobilly goth (yes, all at once), the pics would have been very interesting, now. I had various colours of hair, no hair, no eyebrows (that’s very weird looking) and I made all my own clothes. My mum had an old Singer sewing machine, one with a treadle. £2 from a boot sale I think. I loved it, I was my own fashion designer. She wasn’t very happy with me though, as I used to rummage in the linen cupboard and take sheets and curtains. Yes, I wore kitchen curtains..I made a 50′s style dress from these fantastic curtains, they had carrots and onions on them, and it was brilliant. I called it the ‘kitchen frock’ as in, ‘Have you washed my kitchen frock?’ (my mum is one of those mums who do everything, even now I’m old, she still wants to )
I wish I had it now, I don’t know what happened to it. I was only 15 though, it would be too small now.
I also had a 40′s wedding dress, with a train. I got on the bus like that. True. My mum was mortified.
I wish I had pics! These pics I do now, I will be able to look back as an old woman. Good memories. I hope you have the same memories.
