Opening my floor-to-ceiling built-in and the packing box marked "Floral" was like opening fashion time capsules full of sartorial memories. Goddamn! So many things I want to take with me but I have to brutal because I'm sure there'll be other forgotten goodies in the other seven huge boxes that I've yet to open.
A vintage Laura Ashley dress given to me in the 90s by Mrs H, mother of my best pal Ben. She told me that she bought it to wear to a dance with Mr H when they were still living in England. That must have been in the 70s? It's in pristine condition as that was the only time she wore it - the children came soon after and she hasn't been a size 8 since.
I've never worn it because I don't do black. But looking at its tulle-lined poufiness now, I just might be ready to bend my rule a little just to twirl around in it. Bring back the tea dances!
This skirt by Scandinavian Carli Gry was bought in the 80s at Printemps, a French departmental store here.
The store didn't stay open for very long but I remember having hours of fun shopping there after school. The usual departments didn't exist in there. Everything was grouped according to their colours - so if you walked into, say, the 'tangerine' section, you can find everything from earrings to shoes to dresses in that shade. I've always loved colours so I was in heaven.
Looking forward to wearing this skirt again. Just in time for Spring back in Sydney. Yes, it still fits - it used to sit on my skinny teenage hips but now it can only be fastened around the waist which is how it should be worn, really.
One of many made-in-India cotton pieces from my hippy-drippy-look phase in the early 90s. I love the Eley Kishimoto-esque colours and appliqué details. Good for the glo-bo ("global-bohemian"?) theme that's been recurring pretty often of late.
Off to open more boxes...