blitzkrieg bop

the 40's is definitely one of my favourite periods of history. the second world war, the fashion, the dancing (east-coast swing, lindy hop, american tap!), the music. so when my very good friend rhema showed me this, i could not have thought of anything i would rather spend my saturday night doing. a DANCE? where people actually DANCE? it's something that has been lost really, something which none of my generation have really experienced. a good thing for the rhythmically challenged i suppose, but rubbish for me, when all i want to do is dance all the time. the next most important item on the agenda is what to wear.

1) all out glamour?

2) party wear? (i absolutely adore the yellow dress)

3) military chic? narrow tweed suits, pussybow blouses; everyone's heard the stories of women drawing lines up the back's of their legs to resemble the seams of nylon stocking, but i found a new one the other day - of women using bisto and water to create the darker colour? an early st. tropez tan, i guess..!

4) sportswear?

but, the final decision has been made on a red, floral tea-dress (bought from beyond retro - no it's not real 40's, sigh, it's a reproduction) with a thin black belt (found in mother's wardrobe, probably 80's), black mid-heeled court shoes with a strap (standard, from schuh about five years ago), a cream scarf (rokit, shoreditch) over my (perfectly curled and pinned!) hair, gold button earrings and a small, clasped handbag (80's, from a vintage shop in brighton), peplum blazer and red lipstick. i'll leave you with these to get you in the mood ;)

victory!