Hello again! It feels like we have a lot to catch up on. Last weekend was a particularly busy one for me - bridesmaid-dress shopping with my cousin on Saturday (I've been left with urges to wear an antique wedding dress 24/7 and get all Cecilia Lisbon on you guys), followed by a friend's 1998-themed birthday party, to which I went dressed as one half of the twins in The Parent Trap. After spending a lovely night dancing to Abba and the occasional Kate Bush, I decided to spend Sunday down at the Vintage Car Boot Sale on the Southbank. It was a good decision - amazing vintage cars, combined with stalls upon stalls of kitschy clothes and homewares...what was not to love?! There was also incredible food, live music and the weather was beautiful...it almost felt like I was on holiday.
The food did not disappoint - although tempted by the amazing hot dogs, mac & cheese, fajitas and many other exciting options available for lunch, I chose edamame, dumplings and salad which was as heavenly as dumplings and salad can be (i.e: very heavenly).
Everything had such a retro feel to it - the only cars allowed inside the event space had to be registered classic cars, and so for the time you spent there you could sort of pretend that nothing newer even existed. It got much busier as the day went on, and as the weather brightened up, until it became a noisy hub of vintage lovers and 60's throwbacks....greying and course men, skin as worn as the leather on a car seat lounged familiarly on classic vespas, their mod haircuts and leather jackets not framing their faces and figures the way they probably used to. 40's hair was the style of the day, with red lips and small waists in abundance. It was a lovely gathering of those of us who are somewhat 'time-warped', and a lovely place for the more flamboyant-styled to be admired and celebrated.
I hope you all had a good weekend,