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.

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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….

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Far right, sitting pretty.

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Left, with the gals.

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Queen Brenda.

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

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Baywatch.

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Tree chic.

Posing in the bushes.

Posing in the bushes.

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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….

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Abandoned birdcage, Mexico.