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Lunch with Llamas

Continuing the tradition of ridiculous family outings, today we road-tripped to a llama farm. This is the sort of thing that happens when you leave me to make rash 3am Mother’s Day gift purchases on the internet. “Happy Mother’s Day, let’s have a three course meal next to a pen of spitting animals”.

It was a rather pleasant meal with the spitting animals, really. We wandered around and harassed the llamas, who responded with their trademark indifference. I think llamas are probably the hipsters of the animal world; they’re so unemotional and strange.

The llamas snubbed me, so I bonded with the Nubian goats instead. At least they appreciated me.

I also spent some quality time with the donkeys. In between hissing and ee-yor-ing, they nipped crackers out of my hands. Awwww.

We also got to meet the stud of the llama farm, referred to as “King of the Llamas”. Also known as “Elvis”, “Head Llama”, “Llama CEO”, or “The Dalai Llama”. He was all on his lonesome in a little field. Naturally, we took a ridiculous family photo. I think I might frame it.

Alas, I don’t own a llama-print frock, but if I did, I would have worn it so fiercely, I’d out-fashion the llamas themselves in their fleecy suits. I opted instead for my early 60s tartan frock, which you can read all about here if you feel so inclined.

Ah, so much llama love. If you want to experience it all for yourself, you can check it out here on Red Balloon. Or else I wish you sweet vintage llama dreams, until next time.

 

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Vintage Road Trip

I’ve been away a little while, meaning there’s a wild backlog of fabulous vintage outings to blog about, and piles of photos to feast on. Johnny and June have already blogged about it, but I have snaps to share from the road trip we took a few weeks back, documenting the séjour in all its pasta-eating, cider-sipping, kitten-petting, vintage-wearing glory.

This all came about as we piled into two cars and drove seven hours to a curious beachside town in rural NSW for a few days. There, we bonded, rendezvous’d into town, visited the beach by both day and night, and partook in some classic tomfoolery whilst fabulously-frocked up.

The country, apart from being picturesque, was also a hilarious place to be a group of vintage-dressed youths. Locals alternated between asking if we’re a band, and whispering as we walked by that we must be “movie people”. I daresay it was all Tim and his high pants’ doing.

Voilà, snaps:

Me: just a bundle of tweed, gingham and red hair flowers after the long drive.

Kitten: being adorable.

En route to the beach on day two.

Tim and Jesse sexing up the beach in their retro swimwear.

Me: protecting my fragile skin, reading feminist literature.

Pork roast.

Vintage shopping in Bellingen.

Furry hat: totally purchased.

Tim and Jesse, in their natural habitat.

Rachael: bringing some much-needed tartan to the excursion.

Tim: making VERY DIFFICULT decisions.

Vintage ensemble du jour.

Tasty, tasty carbonara on the last night.

GROUP PHOTO: aww.

FASHION love to you all.

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Berrima

As we’re on mid-semester break from classes, some friends and I planned a little road trip to go antique shopping in the countryside. “Berrima” was our destination; it’s a cute tourist town about two hours from Sydney with a string of antique stores and lots of homemade jam. So we drove through two hours of scenery and winding roads to find Berrima where we spent a pleasant, pleasant afternoon.

The most important attraction in Berrima is the amazing antique emporium called “Peppergreen Antiques”. It’s a lovely old building packed with antiques, and not the exquisite pricey type. It’s filled with old stockings, sewing supplies, hats, cutlery, shawls, jewellery, books, records… For everything in a vintage life, there is a neatly labelled shelf or box which you can happily rifle through. It was indescribably great. Naturally, we went a little wild in the store – I think we probably spent close to an hour running about with frequent calls of “Jesse! Did you see the box labelled bras/corsets?!” The old ladies running the store were bemused.

The store is unfortunately closing down towards the end of the year as the owners are quite ill. While this is devastating, it did mean that everything was half price, making it feel a little like all our vintage-y dreams were coming true. I emerged with a host of items for a very reasonable price and was so very, very pleased.

I think I’ll do a separate post on all my purchases, so for now, just enjoy these photos from the day:



I found this fabulous coat in the store and fell in love. It’s a beautiful heavy wool coat which will be splendid for American winter in January. Thankfully the collar is faux fur, or else I would have hesitated buying it. I’m so lucky to have found it – it fits perfectly. Also, it was terribly cold in Berrima. I think it’s from around the 50s, but I’m doing some research on the label to find out. (Does anybody know anything about ‘Cresta’, or ‘Simon Howard’, London?)





Tim bought this army jacket for $40 – we think it’s from World War II, and possibly German, but if anybody knows anything more leave a comment.






After we had ravaged the antique store we sauntered along the road to an Alpaca farm where we took some photos in the field and next to the adorable pink cottage. I love alpacas, but I theorise that they’re curiously intelligent; their expressions are so human-like.





Here is what I wore:


Dress: from “Sarah-Jane” in Newtown
Cardigan: Alannah Hill
Belt: Alannah Hill
Stockings: “Leg Avenue”, from “Retrospec’d” in Newtown
Shoes: Bloch
Necklace: vintage 50s, from “Retrospec’d in Newtown
Petticoat: vintage 50s, from “Coco Repose” in Surry Hills

Also, check out Jesse’s adorable 1940s ensemble:

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