My Grandmother’s Dresses.

I spend so many hours looking through old family photos, and every time I find myself feeling jealous of my Grandmother’s beautiful clothes. To me, she was the most elegant woman in the world. The Marilyn Monroe of Warwickshire.


Today my Mum told me of how my Grandmother had made a very bad first impression on her future Mother-in-Law; she was wearing red lipstick and red nail varnish! Outrageous….


Far right, sitting pretty.


Left, with the gals.


Queen Brenda.


Leggy blondes, with my Mum, late 1950’s.




Tree chic.

Posing in the bushes.

Posing in the bushes.



Old and New.

This little blog is a way for me to share with you not only all the lovely things, places and people that I stumble across throughout my life, but also the stories that come with them.

My passion for things that have a ‘past life’ has always been with me, since before the time at 10 years old, when I convinced my parents to decorate my bedroom ‘Victorian’.  The walls were painted the perfect shade of sage green (!), I swapped all my toys with my Mum’s old dolls from the attic, and whilst on a trip to New York we searched all over for the perfect nightdress to compliment my new, or I should say, old little lifestyle.

To me, knowing that a vintage piece of jewellery has been loved before I knew that it existed, or an old tatty teddy has been cherished for years before I had found it, makes it so much more exciting.

Every object has a history and every person has a story, and I want to know them….


Abandoned birdcage, Mexico.