Sunday, July 27, 2014

The Orchard











Photographs by Tim of Nicol & Dime

Felt cloche - Gordon Hat Shoppe
1940s dress - vintage wardrobe department clearance sale
1940s fox - gift
Edwardian boots - gift

I spent this past weekend at the Nicol family Christmas in July, four hours north of Sydney in the rolling hills of Gloucester. Weekend trips to the countryside have become a bit of a staple of late, come Friday afternoon I can't wait to jump in the car and bid adieu to the smoke stacks for a short while. Between scoffing rocky road, eyeing off dream cars at the country fair, singeing my feathers in front of the roaring fire and endless games of Rummy we managed to sneak off into the orchard to take some outfit shots. The fruit trees were exploding with every kind of citrus known to man and I took home enough home made marmalade and chutney to last for eons.

If you notice a slight twinkle in my eye and smug smile that is because I have in my possession the most incredible Edwardian boots. I never ever thought I'd find a pair that fit my thoroughly modern sized feet but my fella managed to track down a pair in a size 8 wide (whaaaaat!) I gotta say these babies are gonna be lucky if they go a single day off my trotters, they are so darn comfortable it near brings a tear to my eye.

Anyway enough swooning from me, time to get back into the rat race. 


Saturday, June 14, 2014

The Churchyard














Photographs by Tim of Nicol & Dime

Vintage tweed coat - clothing swap
1940s lace ups and leather gloves - Christmas gifts from Tim
1940s fur cape - Addison Road Markets
Vintage carpet bag - Rozelle Markets
Beret - Myer

It's become a nice little Sunday morning tradition to pop to the local markets, grab some breakfast at a local cafe (this weekend was Daisy's Milkbar in Petersham, Sydney siders I can't recommend this joint enough) and snap some outfit shots.  This morning I left the house thinking I was fairly toasty but boy how these Sydney winters chill me to the bone. Thankfully the first market stall we happened upon had this handsome 1940s fur cape for a right steal. I'll tell you what, I couldn't whip the clams out of my wallet fast enough!

Come to think of it, I've been on a bit of a lucky streak clothing wise for the past few weeks. Peeking out from under this ensemble is the most incredible 1940s black wool suit that I still can't believe is mine. I'll be dedicated a post to the little darling just as soon as I attend to a few minor mends... story of my life.

I hope everyones had a swell week, mine has been crazy busy in the best kind of way. From seeing C.W. Stoneking play in a beautiful old church on Wednesday, to dancing so much on Friday that both of my shoes broke resulting in many the embarrassing tumble, I'm positively beat. I must say I'm looking forward to a rainy afternoon rugged up on the couch, cup of tea in hand, catching up on the final episode of Call the Midwife.

Sunday, June 1, 2014

Addison Road









Photographs by Tim of Nicol & Dime

Pussy Bow Blouse Dress - Salvation Army
Swing Trousers - Vivien of Holloway
Bakelite Bangles and Earrings - Birthday gifts from Tim
Mink - Rozelle Markets

Firstly, from the bottom of my heart I'd like to thank you all for the overwhelmingly supportive comments left on my last post. I wasn't expecting to be flooded with such kindness, my chest is still puffed out and cheeks still tinged a healthy shade of pink as a result.

I've spent the last few hours nestled on the couch queueing a bunch of posts so this time I mean it when I say I have plenty more posts coming your way! These photographs were snapped this morning at Addison Road markets in Marrickville. I must say I'm delighted to be living a stones throw away from this local institution. Moseying around with a coffee in one hand, the other free to pat the endless stream of handsome pooches and sample the local treats is the perfect way to spend a lazy Sunday morning.

With the help of curling implements from Jacinta of Dames of Distinction and this perfect YouTube tutorial from Riikka and Jirina, I am inching closer and closer towards my dream 30s Harlow waves. After seven years of a pin straight bob it hasn't been the easiest of hair transitions. Many a morning I've let out a shriek when I look in the mirror and see less of myself and more of a poodle.... But thankfully theres no hair disaster that a trusty silk bandana can't fix. For gals that enjoy a good curl set, whats your favourite method?


Saturday, May 10, 2014

Underneath It All








This post was initially a response to a rather snarky comment left on my blog saying how scary I'd look without makeup. So here you go. Fresh out of the shower, makeup free and absolutely terrifying.

I've never felt like a natural beauty and have always preferred how I look when wearing makeup. It suits the clothing I wear and makes me feel pretty fancy. Without the stylised makeup I look like a fairly normal lady, because I am. I get breakouts and have eye bags and a pesky hair that grows on my chin. I'm not in anyway precious about it, at the end of the day when I crawl into bed this is what I look like. Warts and all.

Since then I've had a few more personalised attacks regarding the content of my posts. My life has been a whirlwind of change over the past year and I'm sure anyone that has been following along for awhile now is aware of that. My life and style is evolving and that is reflected through my blog/instagram. Unfortunately I can't please everyone. If you feel my posts are distasteful please feel free to unfollow, easy as pie.


Friday, March 21, 2014

Carried Away









Photographs by Tim of Nicol & Dime

1930s Dress - Little Ghost Vintage
Shoes Novo
Nude seamed stockings - WDK via Dames of Distinction

A few weeks back in honour of my loves birthday, Valentines Day and his return to Australia, we jumped on a mountain bound train for a cheeky little Flapper Dapper Vacay. Despite being in the midst of Australian Summer, we arrived to find the mountains shrouded in an icy mist, which for lovers of winter woollies like ourselves, was a dream come true. I momentarily shed my coat and gloves to snap some pictures of one of my very favourite dresses, whose tartan trim coincidentally matches one of Tim's very favourite ties.

We stayed in the Carrington Hotel, a grand old Victorian hotel with more stained glass, chandeliers, creaky floorboards and plush velvet fainting couches than I ever thought imaginable. Built in 1882 it is the only 19th century grand resort hotel still operating in New South Wales. I've been creeping around this place for years but staying the night took my adoration to a whole new level, I left daydreaming of taking up residence there full time, ala Jack Torrance.

On a side note -  for anyone who follows along on my instagram, you'll know that I've recently traded in my signature bob in favour of a strawberry blonde curly mop (soon to be platinum) you can expect her to be making an appearance here very soon...