Voodoo child

Back in the days when I was a mere pocket-sized person, growing up in a small backwater village in the south of Sweden, I roamed free from early morning until dinnertime with very little adult supervision.

My little pals and I would run wild in the local forest, which proved to be the best playground a child could ever wish for.

We climbed trees, splashed around in the stream, built huts and played elaborate games. 

I didn't have many toys but to be fair the ones that I did have mostly gathered dust indoors, I was far more interested in playing games.

We were pirates, spies and troll hunters.

When I was five a playground was built just outside our house and we all thought it was the bees-knees until we realized that we were surrounded by "playground police".

Annoying adults sticking their oar in every five minutes, directing play and making up stupid rules that we had to abide by.

Needless to say we soon abandoned the spanking new playground and went back our beloved forest, where we were left alone to do as we pleased.

These days I still enjoy playing games, dress-up related ones in particular and sometimes when the "playground police" aren't looking I go for a wee spin, spin, spin on the merry-go-round :)

I bought this floral lace dress from a car boot sale ages ago. 

It was a dreary pale blue colour, so I decided to give it a dye-over & revamp.

I began by removing the inside lining and the zipper.

Then I dyed it twice, first with pink and then with purple.

My inspiration for this colour combo was the heather covered hills of the Scottish highlands.

Because the lining has been removed it is pretty see-though, so I prefer to 

team it with my trusty spanx pants and a leotard.

The necklace is also one of my own creations, made from deconstructed necklaces and bits and bobs that I have picked up on my travels.

The coat I'm wearing was bought in the January sale of 2000.

Mark and I spent NYE 1999 at my sisters in Copenhagen and while we were there I spotted this awesome faux-fur tiger stripe coat in H&M.

I fell head over heels with it but at £80 it way way beyond my budget. 

Then in January we moved to Glasgow and I had an interview for a job at the Sauchiehall street centre; t'was a horrible interview with a snooty biatch. 

On my way out I passed H&M and out of the corner of my eye I spotted a tiger striped sleeve sticking out from a rail, I ran up to it and found the coat in my size for £15, not only that I also found a matching mini skirt for a £5.

I didn't get the job but I did get my amazing "rockstar" coat for a mere £15, magic!

H&M coat, revamped lace dress, 90s lace leotard, 80s boots, self-made necklace, 80s deadstock tights, gloves, mohair hat & wiggy-woo

 Goose update: despite my recent bout of something akin to the black death (or maybe it's just the man flu that has jumped sex), I have been making regular trips up to the park to see how our poorly feathered  friend is getting on. The RSPCA has been in contact with me and have asked me to monitor the bird and get in contact if its condition deteriorates.

Here's a little Hendrix to funk up the start of your week...

Thanks for your lovely 'get well' comments peeps, after spending the majority of the weekend in bed, I'm feeling much better now.
Lot's of love,
Jennie
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