So, by now, you all know that I’m about to get married at the seaside in a town on the Norfolk coast. We’ve spent a lot of time in Cromer of late, going back and forth to sort various bits and pieces out for the wedding. How people plan weddings abroad I have absolutely no idea, by the way. How can you just turn up on the day and know everything’s going to work out?! Shudder. Anyway, I digress. On our last trip there, the pier manager told us how they plan to make more of their lovely pier and one of the first things they were doing is hosting a 60s festival. Unsurprisingly, I got a bit overexcited because we all know the 60s has the best music and so the weekend rolled around and we decided to give the planning a rest and go enjoy ourselves.
So, here I am, enjoying myself. Or rather, here I am pretending to enjoy myself while every single person who passes by takes a photo of me – you can’t see the 2 or 3 people next to B who are papping me at this point. Basically, I couldn’t walk 10 steps without someone either shoving a camera/phone in my face. I realise there’s a sort of unwritten rule that if you dress up at an event like this you’re fair game, but I was still pretty annoyed by everyone who took my picture without at least telling me they were doing it. It was something else to turn my head while getting stuck into an ice cream and find another giant telephoto lens in my face… I’m not cut out for fame.
Coat: New Look (old)
Top: Doll Me Up (out of stock)
Belt: free with Collectif dress
Skirt: one of the oldest items in my wardrobe
Tights: ballet store
Bag: Ollie & Nic (old)
Ok, yeah, yeah. Brought it on myself. The thing is, I dressed up because there was a costume competition… that I completely failed to find. I probably only saw 6 other people dressed up so I think I would have been in with a shot! C’est la vie… It’s funny what goes through your head when you’re planning to enter a costume competition at something like this though… This is an outfit I was ok with wearing all day that looked enough like the widely accepted idea of a 60s outfit… So not my best vintage fashion blogger work 😉
Anyway, there were also a lot of very cool scooters. Seriously, so many scooters…
I toyed with jumping on this one because… well because it matched my outfit the best. I’m sure I didn’t even need to tell you that. But then I realised I was in the world’s shortest skirt and decided that would not be a good thing considering another 6 people were taking my picture at this moment.
Back to the outfit, so I didn’t allow myself to buy anything new for the occasion because money’s tight an’ all, which meant I had to spend about an hour pulling everything out of my wardrobe, primarily because I was trying to work out what I owned that matched this coat. This coat is not the easiest of coats to match things to and the one thing that a good 60s look pulls off is colour co-ordination, so it was my #1 priority. Being the only coat I have that is even remotely 60s in style, it was the only option and I love it so it was a good excuse to wear it again. My second problem was that I own precisely two miniskirts. You’re looking at the one that isn’t the denim skirt. Both items were acquired at approximately age 16 and it’s a good thing people wore stuff low on the hip in the noughties because it meant I could wear this one a bit higher up than the old days and actually do it up. The rest of the outfit consists of nearly all of my salmon/light pink items of clothing and thus an appropriate outfit was born. The hat and sunglasses I borrowed from my wedding supplies, so you may even see them and their true purpose soon.
One of my favourite things about the 60s is the excessive eye makeup so I went to town on that.
And here’s B’s outfit…
I kid! Although he would definitely dress like this if he had the suit. Have I ever mentioned he is a massive Dr Who nut? Probably not, as it’s the kind of thing one doesn’t go shouting about… What did he say when he saw this vintage cyberman suit? ‘This suit isn’t from the 60s, I know what an 80s cyberman looks like.’ Like I said…
I can never resist a cute campervan – particularly not when it matches my coat. Actually, funnily enough, this camper matches something else – my wedding! Light blue, red and white is something you’re going to be seeing a lot of around here post June.
And speaking of the wedding…
… Here’s the two venues! I will be married in the window of precisely where my hand is pointing… and if you gaze through said window you’re looking straight at the sea, with the pier in easy view to the left. I wonder if anyone can guess what I’m walking down the aisle to…?
So that’s it for now, Cromer – and the next time we see you will be very special indeed.