How Very Grand!

As a highly fashionable, in-demand, stylish, social butterfly, my diary is rammed with appointments, invitations and A-list events where I score tons of free shit.
I often forget to tend to things boring people do like wash my hair, trim my pubes, pluck my brows and turn on the dishwasher.
So yesterday when The Stylist and I decided we needed to make a show of being super-ordinary and do something other than homework, colouring-in and ignoring the dirty washing pile, we dropped everything and went to see The Grand Budapest Hotel.
We couldn't make it to the premiere opening because I was soaking my bras that night so better late than never eh?
I had about two inches of regrowth to blitz on Friday night so thought I'd may as well put a few drops of pink hair dye in the conditioner.
I have a very short attention span and a bit of old-lady-memory-loss, which is an interesting combination - I often get quite a fright in the morning as I stumble to the loo after a night spent with the dye bottle.
Beats a hangover.
Ain't she cute?  And looking grown up? Eeeeek!
Wool beret - Etsy1920s men's tailcoat - eBayRed Nose Day tshirt and "Perfect" badge - gifts from fabulous Tralala!"FREEK" necklace - custom made by Bones Couture1980s earrings and 1950s ostrich-skin bag - second handGreen necklace - marketLeggings - Black MilkBoots - retailOh and the hair?  I mixed about a teaspoon of Manic Panic's Hot Hot Pink with a cup of conditioner and left it in for about 40 minutes.

I made the biggest roast pork in history with impressive crackling like leather straps and burnt my hand on the oven.  Worth it.


I wanted to look like a lobby boy and I think I could have pulled it off if it wasn't for the handbag.  
In other news, I finished off a dress for The Stylist.
Now we can be matching. 
The fabric is a cotton sheet and the pattern (dated 1974) - both from op shops.
It's a bit wide in the bodice and shoulders, but it's my first go in making something for the wee lassie in a while.
I wanted the dress to be big enough to wear in a couple of years if she wants, even if she ends up spray painting, studding or shredding it in ironic teen defiance.
I think the puffy sleeves are damn impressive.
I do love a puffy sleeve don't you?




Oh and this is the pattern (also dated 1974) I used to make these two frocks.
Clearly it was a very stylish year.