FROCKTASIA: Feast of Frocks

I was so intensely happy to see the back of last week, I could have cried tears of joy on my way home from work.

It was just one of those weeks that dragged on like a vexatious Eastenders omnibus or a jukebox stuck in a brain-numbingly ceaseless loop of Steps "greatest hits".

Friday night was celebrated in a flurry of fajitas and non-alcoholic cider and today we went for a relaxing stroll along the Thames.

We made a quick detour to Brick Lane to take in a few of the vintage shops that are sprinkled in that area but for once I didn't buy a thread which for me is almost unheard of behaviour.

Never mind I've got a car boot sale to go to in a few hours and I daresay I shall not return from it empty handed.

The weekend is zipping past like a blue bottle on bennies and Monday already feels uncomfortably near.

It feels like time speeds up at the weekend and there are so many things that I want to cram into those two gold dust days.

I just never quite seem manage it all & this frankly bums me out somewhat.

Too much running around like a headless chicken to amass bits of paper with some old crone with a crown printed upon them and it's not even as if I've got a well stuffed mattress with mullah...OH NO!

As quick as I can make them, some other fecker claims them...tax, rent, bills, bills, bills!

I wish I could live outside this detestable loop, break free from the perpetual hamster wheel & move

somewhere nice with lots of trees, far far away from Starfucks designer coffee shops & groTesco.

Anyway enough of my rantings, here are a few snaps taken during our lovely riverside stroll...

I'm wearing: Vintage 60s psychedelic paisley day dress, DKNY longsleeved top, ribbed tights, vintage 80s cowboy boots, wide leather belt, vintage 70s camera bag & vintage 80s sunnies.


Here's my lovely hubby wearing a folksy top that I bought for him at last Sundays car boot sale. In the background you can see 'the shard' or Mammons butt plug as I like to call it.