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Nautical is Nice-ical, Again

I don’t even need to tell you how I feel about nautica. Earlier in the year I posed delicately next to some ships in a Bettie Page Captain frock, and it was wonderful. Yesterday I made it back to maritime Coff’s Harbour, and couldn’t fight the urge to dress thematically once more. So now there are more nautical photos. You’re welcome.

This is a lolita-style nautical number: sort of doll-like and sort of adorable. The back of the dress is ACTUALLY to die for, I can’t even take it. I had the good fortune of finding it in Gallery Serpentine, Sydney’s go-to goth boutique which happens to dabble in lolita and rockabilly. Just look at it, ugh.

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Never, ever too much nautical. Back with more soon, I daresay.

Michelle

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Vintage Fangirling Rural Australia

I’m back in Australia, but away again – this time visiting Grandma and co. in the country for family Christmas. I’m entirely a city girl, but I’m willing to sacrifice reliable wifi for country antiquing and family time every now and then. The country always sends me into reveries, what with the stuck-in-the-50s vibes of some little towns. Rural Australia is peculiar and adorable.

I’m on the North Coast of NSW, where the nearest “town centre” is a sleepy strip of shops in Macksville. It’s totally daggy, but there is much old-fashioned charm. The Bridge Café, the milk bar by the river, always brings out the vintage fangirl in me. It’s all original and fabulous and oh-so-kitsch. Still the same fifties diner fit-out, still the same classic menu (vanilla malt milkshakes, devonshire tea). Mother remembers it all the way back to the 60s. That is many, many decades of milkshakes.

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Ugh.

After consuming several litres of dairy, I went into the Macksville antique store, which is probably one of my favourite antique stores ever. In the country vintage isn’t so expensive, and there are all sorts of fun treats: little record players, boxes of old newspaper clippings… It being the country means there are wonderful/strange things to find too: vintage ear muffs. Such delights!

I’m trying desperately to deal with the heat, and so it is that I swanned around in this era-indeterminate cotton square dance frock for the afternoon. I even managed to keep my lipstick from melting for a few hours. Small victories.

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More to come on my rural immersion. So many nautical frocks, so little time.

Michelle

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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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The Fleur Dress: Finally

After almost a year of stalking the Heyday Fleur dress online, it is finally mine! It has always felt like there’s something of a Fleur dress cult in the vintage blogosphere, and I am terribly pleased to have now been initiated.

The Fleur dress was a Christmas gift from Santa (read: Mother), who conveniently read my wishlist in December. Consequently, I wore it out on one of the extended family bonding trips we orchestrated over Christmas.

So of all places, my Fleur made it to “Perry’s Lemon Myrtle Farm”, which is buried somewhere in rural NSW. The owners of the little establishment had us all over for tea, after which we all binged on lemon myrtle products (oh, if you could have seen all the soap we bought).



We were allowed to wander the lemon myrtle forest too, which was most idyllic.



Dress: Heyday Fleur dress
Shoes: Bloch
Hair Flower: Sportsgirl
1950s Bag: Brisbane Antique Centre

In other news, I will be making another visit to America in February, so you can expect the return of cold weather gear in my outfit posts (well, maybe) – I may even take my Fleur. Las Vegas is no lemon myrtle farm, but it’ll do.

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A Very Belated Outfit Post

I was flicking back through the Photo Booth library on my Mac and found some pictures I took earlier this year, assumedly in a moment of self-indulgence. I think it was Easter-time and I was up visiting my Grandparents. It was one of my first attempts at pin curls, and they turned out quite well, which was probably the motivation for this kitchen photo shoot. My hair was a lot shorter in April – I’d just had it cut for a 1920s party. Short hair is the best for pin curls.


I’m wearing an early 1960s dress I bought in Portland when I was there in January. It’s an odd sort of mustard colour that I wasn’t sure about at first, but it’s grown on me since then. Plus the fabric is beautiful; you can’t tell but it’s almost a brocade.


Dress: 60s, Ray’s Ragtime in Portland
Belt: second-hand, Ray’s Ragtime in Portland
Cardigan: Alannah Hill
Necklace: Disney Couture
Hair Flower: Sportsgirl

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