Curiosity Killed The Cat

Good afternoon. I would like to start with apologies for a blogging break the size of Karl Lagerfelds - MUST APOLOGIZE TO LIST. I would go into detail about my anguish in absence but it would rapidly become boring and sound like a insufficient bucket of meek excuses - e.g - I was too busy making up new crisp flavours that rhyme with celebrities names, I accidentally glue-gunned myself to Philip Schofield, I was too busy making up exaggerated rumours as to why Heston Blumenthal was christened Heston Blumenthal, I was too busy cutting and pasting pictures of my face onto the bodies of turtles in unassuming positions.


Children of the world wide web, children of the realms of actual reality and my (very perpelexed and moody) father may have come to realise that I spend a substantial amount of my time in clear lens cat eye spectacles. (Please see poor attempt at appendix 1 underneath)

But I feel it's time to proceed upon avenues new and invest in a solid pair of cat eye glasses that cost more than eight of your English pounds.

The most adorable Miss B of The Forties Floozy took over the most lovely of vintage spectacle shops, aptly named Madam's Vintage in 2013 - specialising in genuine 40s, 50s and 60s frames from around Europe and the USA.

So with that in mind, I've got many pairs of desirable specs to invest in!

Amy

Evelyn

Peggy

DeeDee

 They even stock suave gentlemen's spectacles

Fred

I think I've got my eye on the "DeeDee" wonders and I shall hopefully be in attendance at a small coffee based establishment, reading mediocre tabloids behind the lenses of the peachy frames. 

Even designers like Orla Kiely and DSquared have had ladies saunter down their catwalks in cat eye spectacles, epitomising the nonchalant teenage bon-chic years circa 1956. 

Glasses have gone in and out of acceptance in the fashion realms in the last 40 years but a large portion of my childhood was spent admiring intellectual 1950s book type gals in films, wondering why all the girls who wore glasses at school were relentlessly mocked. 

Heck, even Sugar of Some Like It Hot fame would agree with me - 

"I want mine to wear glasses...Men who wear glasses are so much more gentle, and sweet, and helpless. Haven't you ever noticed it?..They get those weak eyes from reading - you know, those long tiny little columns in the Wall Street Journal."

Please leave your Dame Edna Everage and Mrs Peacock jokes until the ride has come to a complete stop, 

Thank You

Taken from the utterly thrilling Pink Flamingos 

 fun with Grandma

Even just a few blog posts ago I posted this darling clip of a 1950s guide to spectacles which I think is still very helpful!

So what are peoples opinions of vintage spectacles? naff or as tasty as a butter and jam crumpet?

Valentines Day Survival Kit

Valentines Day Survival Kit by melissasarahjohnson featuring a cat lipstick

Vivienne Westwood embellished sandals
asos.com

Charlotte Olympia seashell purse
bergdorfgoodman.com

MAC Cosmetics cat lipstick
nordstrom.com

Costumes
$6.05 - heavencostumes.com.au

A Spy In The House Of Love Popular Penguins Penguin Books Australia
$8.67 - penguin.com.au



Valentines Day is less than a month away so it seemed a most appropriate time to gush around shades of scarlet and silently giggle at the small proportion of people I know who see booking a table at Frankie & Benny's come February 14th on a par with Byron.

I may be (overwhelming happy) without a male companion to make myself feel synthetically special, but I ruddy love lounging in undergarments on the holy day of St Valentine, watching lots of Flight Of The Conchords and reading literature beyond the capacity of the company of any ex-boyfriend.

What's more, Vivien Of Holloway has kick started my head-in-the-clouds excitement far too early upon the reveal of their Jezebel Red Sweetheart Dress (see above), Grace Red Sweetheart Dress and Red Heart Shorts.

Vivien Of Holloway is one of the best vintage repro destinations that, not only the UK, but the world has to offer.

the blitz backlane and the paper pineapple

Saturday afternoon in a rather mild November in the north of England is enough to cure to blues for any folk, especially when it involves vintage fairs and american diners!

Myself and the nipper brother travelled to delve through the wares at Lou Lou's Vintage Fair in Newcastle and sup on oreo milkshakes until our faces turned blue

Wearing - slingback snakeskin shoes - charity shop

skirt- Flip Vintage

handbag - Vintage

Jacket - ebay

faux stole - H&M

cardigan - charity shop

beret - previous vintage fair

Of late I've been going gooey for brooches and headdresses. On this table of delicious gold confectionery, I loved the brooch on the bottom left with the gold leaves and real fur flower.

In the midst of the treasures, The Kinks could be heard in the background, there was devilishly well dressed dwellers, Victoria sponge cake and Betty Grable-esqe hairdos afoot at the vintage salon.

We then got some crazy refuel in the form of Stateside Diner on Pink Lane in Newcastle. T-Bird cocktail with paper pineapple and umbrella (I've got an unhealthy addiction for nabbing paper cocktail decorations), nachos and onion rings.

I remember when Vintage was called Second-Hand

My name is Melissa and I like to dress like my nana. Not the best first liner on meeting possible suitors but nevertheless affirmative. My eyes get stingy at present when in high street stores when having to pretend I don't find aztec print god awful. I haven't pryed the topshop website for over 6 months, I don't suit jersey fabrics and I spent £40 on 16 items at a kilo sale. I have come to terms with and now it's time for you to swallow it back.

Upon returning from Glastonbury (I CAN'T GET NO.......), it mostly made me re-remember how much I have a distant foggy head away from fruit printed cotton, floral headbands, baggy garments and distasteful fringing.

This post is in no way a self-indulgent parade of word vomit upon the attempt to prove to the shallow public that I'm too good for the high street. My word no. I just believe that perhaps of late, the high street will leave you penniless in cut out dungarees, and nobody wants that!

Congregating a jumble of clothes a dead lady probably wore is my cryponite, I've always had the passion for the thrill of the chase!

Upon my relaxing charity shop upheavals, I've found two golden nuggets worth sharing to the people of Tyne & Wear



Attica Vintage, Newcastle Upon Tyne

Age Concern, Blandford Street, Sunderland

So in ode to the cheapo searching, I've set up a moodboard of looks and inspirations I take heed with upon my quests for delights.