Festival time

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   When I texted Ingrid she replied with this photo. She, too, had been to a festival with a second hand stall.

   The boys in their festival hats.
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3. Following on from my last post - we had a brilliant time at the festival. It did rain constantly on the Friday,not easing off once and no amount of waterproofs could have kept us dry. We were, literally, soaked to the skin. So we certainly got the authentic festival experience. The boys were very good though and didn’t complain and the little one loved the consequent mud.
4. For once I did manage to pack correctly, and my outfits were spot on. A bit too spot on, in fact. We walked past one lady and my husband did a double take. “She’s dressed exactly like you” he said “even her hair is the same”. She wasn’t the only one and they were all middle aged mums. So I’ve finally managed to nail a look, maybe not quite the one I was going for.

   As an aside, what age is classed as being middle aged? At 40, am I? Or is it a state of mind? In which case, with my love of cord and cardigans, I have been since I was 15.

   On the Saturday the sun shone and we were able to peel our kagouls off. As we were wandering around, taking in the sights and sounds, what should I spot but an Oxfam tent. I couldn’t believe it, a charity shop at a festival! I excitedly texted Ingrid. We headed in and I got chatting to the lady (we’d arrived there via the real ale tent). She said that they do festivals a lot these days, especially ones that market themselves as being eco-friendly. They also tailor the stock for the particular festival. Animal print goes down well at Womad, apparently. I couldn’t help but think that it was a great idea. Festivals are the perfect place for charity shops – it’s not only great promotion for the particular charity but actually serves a real need. I’ve been so wet and muddy at a festival before that buying new ones seemed like the only option. A charity stall would have been perfect, I could have bought a whole new outfit. Festivals are full of clothes stalls that are a bit “different”, but second hand clothes really are. Why produce more clothes when you could have pre-loved ones, it’s just good re-cycling. And what’s more, if you were so inclined, you could do some charity shopping with a pint in your hand!

   There was a big box of hats which we had a rummage through and found some lovely ones for the boys – along with wellies and a kag a festival hat is a must have. They loved them.

I hate packing

Muddy wellies.

I hate packing

I really dislike packing. I find it very frustrating as I always put a lot of thought into it, spending far more time than necessary choosing clothes that all go with each other and give me a variety of choices of outfit. Then something weird happens to my bag in transit. I reach my destination, open it up and find a jumble of mis-matched clothes and I’ve always forgotten something vital. How does this happen?

It is easy packing for the children, though I still loathe it, I just pack enough trousers and tops to last the time we’re away with a few extras for accidents. Being boys all their tops match their bottoms, you can’t really get it wrong. But I can. So I was not at all looking forward to packing for going to a festival, which is silly really as it’s the one place where anything goes. But I’ve been dressed inappropriately at festivals before and it’s miserable. It doesn’t matter how pretty your outfit is if you’re cold and wet. So packing properly was vital, it could be the difference between having a great or an awful time. So what should I wear? Jeans are usually a safe bet but wet jeans are horrible and flared ones get caked in mud. Shorts are good as legs are easier to dry than clothes, but the weather wasn’t meant to be that warm. At least I didn’t have to think about shoes, it had to be wellies.

And then I got it. I bought a denim dress from the Salvation Army shop which I’ve worn a lot, so when we had the swishing night and there was another denim dress, I snaffled it up quick. These dresses are great as you can put layers under and over them but are cool too if it’s hot. I wore them over leggings, cropped for the day (from Lidl) and long for the evening, and, of course, wellies.

As we were getting ready to leave, later than planned, armed with waterproofs and snacks, I was still thinking that I hadn’t enough warm clothes with me. I hate being cold. Then I remembered a lovely Boden coat that Ingrid passed on to me which is not only waterproof, but warm and patterned with purple flowers, so pretty too. I couldn’t believe I hadn’t thought of it before.

So off I went to my first festival with the kids, rocking the charity shop/pass me down look and we all had a brilliant time, despite the rain. I’ll tell you all about that in my next post, and yes, I can make it relevant to charity shops.

Can a girl have too many clothes?

Hello, Sophie here, you’ve not heard from me in a while, mainly as I’ve not had much of a chance to go charity shopping of late, which is probably a good thing – my wardrobe is fit to burst! 

An inevitable side effect of a charity shop addiction is that I have a lot of clothes. For the most part this is a good thing. I like having lots of choice when it comes to clothes and tire of wearing the same thing everyday. Also, it can be practical. When our washing machine broke down and took an absolute age to fix, we had to do emergency loads of washing in neighbours’ washing machines for my husbands and kids’ clothes but I was fine. Fortunately it was mended before I had to resort to wearing my wedding dress on the school run.

But it does have its down sides – it can take a long time to get dressed in the morning as I have too much choice and space is an ongoing problem. I don’t think my husband is willing to hand over any more of his wardrobe space. To counter this I’m currently operating a one in one out policy but with limited success. I have a clear out and take my bag of clothes to a charity shop or a swishing party, but you can see the flaw here, I come back with more.

Sometimes I think that it would be better to just splash out on a few decent items of clothing that I really like, it would probably cost the same in the long run, but where’s the fun in that? Also, although the minimal does appeal to me, I know I wouldn’t be able to do it. I went travelling a few years back and travelled very lightly. Consequently I wore the same two pairs of trousers for three months (yes, I washed them). As soon as I got home I went out and bought impractical but pretty short skirts and I never wore those trousers again.

So I’m sticking with the lots of clothes an overflowing wardrobe and a grumpy husband.

But there is one real problem with having lots of clothes and that’s packing to go away. Last week I had to pack to go to a festival and I’ll tell you all about that in my next post.

While writing this I thought do I really have a lot of clothes? I know I have loads more than my husband but is it a normal amount for a woman? So I went up to my wardrobe and counted. I have four pairs of jeans. That sounds like a normal amount to me. But then I started on my cardigans. I counted twenty two! And I’m sure there must be more hidden around the house. That’s surely excessive, even for a librarian, but at least I’m keeping the stereotype alive and well.

40 and wearing shorts – what was I thinking?

It was recently our Rock Choir summer party. These do’s are always really good fun and mostly very boozy. This years theme was 4th July, so, red white and blue with a bit of line dancing to boot, I couldn’t wait! Although I’m not a fan of fancy dress, I do like to dress up so a bit of a country and western outfit was a proper charity shopping challenge.
I am a massive fan of red so this wasn’t a problem, I soon bought a checked shirt featuring all colours but soon realised it was actually a bit small – a theme which then continued. I was really keen to buy myself some cowboy boots but it turns out even second hand proper ones are a bit beyond what I wanted to spend.

I think I had an idea in mind that I would look like Daisy Duke from Dukes of Hazard but in reality I was more likely to look like Grandma Clampett from the Beverly Hillbillies.

So my search continued, I popped into the Cats Protection League charity shop and stumbled across a fab red and white checked shirt, albeit a small mans, I thought I’d be able to tie it in the middle and it would be just the ticket. Now here is where I went really racy. I bought shorts. Yes real life short shorts, pins out and everything. I was nearly there, I put it all together with a cowboy hat I already owned and it actually looked ok. Well the shirt didn’t quite tie, in fact it didn’t really fasten and I do wonder how small a man who shops in Topman actually is. The shorts looked ok (once a bucket of fake tan had been applied) and I wore a pair of white wedges and away we go. It turns out Line dancing is brilliant fun well once I’d figured out how to do it! The shoes didn’t stay on for long and were replaced with one of my many pairs of converse.

Yet again Charity shops have helped me out and my outfit was a success. Norfolk be warned, I may well be getting my pins out again as I’m now quite attached to my shorts.

The frock

The outfit x

The best frock ever

So, last week I had a lovely and massively decadent week. A trip to Wimbledon coupled with a trip to the races. My excitement was ridiculous, I was like a small child on Christmas day. Not only was I off to prance and quaff but a friend of ours was racing in an Amateur race – what a day! On the last blog post I may have mentioned I already had a frock lined up for this particular day out and what a dress it was. I think I’ve actually bought the best dress ever and finally snaffled an amazing bargain and when I wasn’t even looking for one.

On a recent trip to Age UK I was mainly looking for books for the kids for the summer holidays, I was just about to pay and something beautiful caught my eye. An emerald green mid length dress, hello what’s this? An L K Bennett dress in my size 12? Well, I grabbed it and literally ran to the changing rooms and low and behold it fitted. OMG! I have never been so happy (well I have obviously but that sort of kills the moment). I paid the £9 and skipped out of the shop leaving some rather bemused old ladies in my wake.

So here I was all ready for the races, well apart from a hat, handbag, jacket and scarf. So on Thursday off to the charity shops I ran and a quick snoop round the market to find a short white jacket. Cancer Research beckoned and whilst looking for a hat I found a lovely big blue handbag from TM Lewin for only £3. I didn’t even know they did handbags so this was a nice surprise. All I needed now was something to bring all the colours together. What could it be? Having not found any decent hats old or new, I ditched the idea and I figured a scarf would be the answer.  Happily I found a John Lewis one in the British Heart Foundation which had all the right colours! Now I make it sound like this all took place in the space of 20 minutes but it did actually take 2 hours but what a way to spend a Thursday morning!

So off I went to Ascot on a fabulous Friday. It was a great day out and my dress was perfect. I felt like a proper lady (but once I opened my mouth I was more Eliza before the transformation).  I didn’t win any money on the horses, our friend rode exceptionally well and I loved every minute.

Oh and did I mention that my frock would have cost £185 if I’d bought it new? Now I can definitely wear my smug face with pride.

A proper decadent week

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   Photo taken by an 8 year old - not bad!

    
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   Now this doesn’t happen to me very often, but this week I’ve been lucky enough to be invited to two amazing sporting occasions. No not the Oldham Athletic pre season friendlies but bona fide proper nice ones – Wimbledon and Ascot! I write this on the day in between, I saw the amazing Roger Federer play yesterday and yes I now have a ridiculous mum crush on the Fed – ahhh swoon! Anyway I digress.
   This is a far cry from my normal week of school runs, swimming lessons, a bit of Rock Choir and a lot of sewing and jewellery making. So can you imagine my excitement of going to Wimbledon but then came – what to wear!! I wanted to look nice but of course sensible (I now sound like my mum), the Blighty weather looked like it was going to play games so the chance of wearing a floaty dress went out of the window. I love my white jeans and wear them a lot and they seemed to fit the bill. I chose a top from our swishing night which came from my friends mother in law and my free – yes free coat! I got this little belter from Salvation Army and redeemed my loyalty card so got it completely free! Well I say that, I had already spent £40 in the space of about 3 weeks but it felt free anyway. Coupled with one of my many white converse trainers (for those who’ve seen my facebook page you know I have a few….) I was off to that London.  
   It was a lovely day out, a bit of a picnic, quite a lot of Pimms, a lot of delight watching the crowd and some fantastic tennis. 

   The update on my trip to the races will be in our next blog post with a full description of the best dress I have ever bought! Lets hope the frock looks good and I have a few winners!