For a while now I've been pondering where I can go with this blog, connected as it is to my shop. While it will remain mainly focused on the vintage wonders I have for sale, I'm also going to be exploring a few of my other passions. I'm hoping to venture further afield with my shop too, but you'll just have to wait a little bit longer to see what I mean by that!
I'm pretty darn obsessed with interiors and architecture, and blogged recently about the astonishing modernist Parisian home Maison de Verre, and ages ago (ok, a few months) I wrote a feature on designing a vintage-inspired nursery. Expect more of this - especially as I'm potentially taking on a rather large interior/home decoration project very soon.
This week, I focused on a woman who inspires me and saddens me in equal measure - Vivian Maier. Maier was an astonishing photographer, never recognised in her lifetime. Her life's work - some 150,000 prints and negatives, were discovered when the contents of her storage locker were sold off when she fell behind on the rent. By the time her talent was realised, Maier had passed away. Her work is wonderful - bright, vibrant, and sometimes grotesquely humorous portraits of those at opposing ends of the social scale. But Maier was an intensely private woman, perhaps even quite seriously mentally ill, and there is a considerable debate about how she would have felt about her work being published at all, let alone her transformation into a cult figure (and I'm aware that I've contributed to this, in my own little way, by writing about her).
If there's anything you'd like to see on the blog, or anything you'd like to contribute, please get in touch! I'm very open to ideas!
This week was my second wedding anniversary. I've been thinking a lot about the day itself. I don't mean to brag, but it was pretty much the perfect stress-free day, but I've also been reminiscing about the dress itself. I'd love to find an occasion where I could wear my 1920's gown again, but so far it hasn't happened. And yet, it's way to beautiful to sit in a box stuffed with mothballs!
After the big day we honeymooned on Raasay, a tiny island off the coast of Scotland, and one of the most perfect and unspoiled places I have ever come across. I keep thinking about taking the boy there. The beaches, and the space, and the wildlife - he'll love it. It's already apparent he's going to be an animal lover. We've spent most of this week melting in the heatwave (I'm such a wimp when it comes to heat), but also feeding his Grandmother's chickens and ducks, and chasing her cats (that was him, not me, I was desperately trying to catch him).
I've been thinking a lot about motherhood this week. I'm sure we all have, as there's been a lot of judgement in the press directed at someone who apparently didn't live up this supposed 'ideal' of motherhood we all strive towards. I'm not really going to comment except to say - what an enormous amount of pressure. I think parenting is pretty tough. Pretty amazing too, but bloody hard work. Like many people, I've dealt with a fair few issues in my life. I take the most incredible amount of joy from my son, and I can honestly say nothing makes me happier than him. But this love, this joy, doesn't cancel out my issues, it doesn't defeat my personal demons, it exists alongside them. I have embraced a happiness I didn't think possible before I had Arthur, but underneath that I'm still just a human being, full of neurosis's and flaws and still capable of making huge mistakes. When the bar is set so high, it's no wonder we fall.
We've gone a bit 1960's mad in the Lori and the Caravan shop this week, with original shift dresses galore for toddlers! This 1960's dress, approx. age 1-2 years, is an utter bargain at £12.
My vintage item of the week is this glorious 1940's tea dress, approx. age 2-3 years, available in the shop for £15. You have no idea how much i wish this were my size!
In two weeks I'll be selling my wares at Firle Vintage Fair. Looks like it's going to be a great weekend, so come along and say hello!
Now everyone dance.