Blooming Madly

 

 

 

 

 

 

"What is the meaning of life? That was all- a simple question; one that tended to close in on one with years, the great revelation had never come. The great revelation perhaps never did come. Instead, there were little daily miracles, illuminations, matches struck unexpectedly in the dark; here was one.”

 

Extract from To The Lighthouse, by Virginia Woolf, via 1

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Outfit

Vintage 1930s Ponyskin Leopard Print Coat: made by Granny Kiki for Kiki Couture

Black Floral Maternity Dress: in a sale from Asos

Brown Boots: from New Look

Black Faux Fur Hat: a gift from an ex-boyfriend many years ago

Pale Blue Gloves: passed down from Granny Penny

 

 

The Soundtrack

Kate Bush: Ariel

 

 

 

CALLING ALL UK CHARITY SHOPPERS!

There are many wonderful things about being pregnant, and growing a bump twice as large as the usual; but finding maternity and nursing (breastfeeding) clothes is nigh on impossible without resorting to the High Street brands, which I hate to do. 

I don't want to have to dress like a dull as dishwater mummy in striped nursing top and leggings just because I'm pregnant, it shouldn't have to be that way! With potentially a few years of breastfeeding ahead of me though, I need all the help I can get from you gorgeous vintage shopping goddesses, to find beautiful second hand nursing clothes, particularly dresses, that don't cost a bomb and help hide the tum...

So if any of you eagle eyed UK based lovelies ever see any size 10 - 12 maxi/nursing dresses (with buttons down the chest, pull down tops or covered slits for the nipples) when you're perusing your local charity shop haunts, please do pick them up for me and I will repay you the money with interest, and many many thanks!

 

 

Thank you all so much for your kind congratulations and well wishes!

 I look forward to charting my  multiple pregnancy progress through this blog in the months to come.

 

 

Heat Haze

 

It seems like you could, but

you can't go back and pull

the roots and runners and replant.

It's all too deep for that.

You've overprized intention,

have mistaken any bent you're

given

for control. You thought you chose

the bean and chose the soil.

You even thought you abandoned

one or two gardens. But those

things

keep growing where we put them -

if we put them at all.

A certain kind of Eden holds us

thrall.

Even the one vine that tendrils out

alone

in time turns on its own impulse,

twisting back down its upward course

a strong and then a stronger rope,

the greenest saddest strongest

kind of hope.

 

 

A Certain Kind Of Eden, by Kay Ryan via 1

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Outfit:

1930s style dark floral dress: from a charity shop

Vintage 1950s rose head scarf: inherited from granny Kiki

Black sunhat: old from the high street

Nude pumps: old from New Look

Silver earrings, just seen: from Accesorize

 

 

 

The Soundtrack:

 Sergei Rachmaninov: Rhapsody on a Theme of Paganini in A minor

 

 

 

All photos taken by me in our garden, using the self timer during the final gasp of our hot summer.

 

 

 I am delighted to be a part of the next Visible Monday, hosted by Patti from Not Dead Yet Style, click on the website link to see her outfit and those of many others.

 

 

P.S. Not that any of us need any help with dressing and living well, but I found this recent documentary about inspiring octogenarian beauties absolutely brilliant and think you would too. Click on the link here to watch it:

Fabulous Fashionistas: Channel 4 Documentary