I’m all about thrifted & handmade accessories to compliment my thrifty refashioned outfits…and when I can combine it all to recreate and share a groovy look from my fashion past I am definitely a happy little DIY diva!
Rock those rings gals!
Every single fabulous bit of finger bling in my for-everyday-wear collection was either thrifted, inherited or handmade and I lurv each & every one of ’em!
Having grown up in Alberta (a.k.a: the Texas of Canada) I know a wee bit about dressing the part of an urban cowboy…
little known fact: At the beginning of my long-ago starving artist days, in addition to waitressing, I taught fancy two-stepping classes to help make ends meet – & I can still polka, country foxtrot, spin, weave & turn like nobody’s business! Yeehaw!
Cowboy Hat (gift) €0 – Honest-to-goodness-cowboy-shirt (had since the 90’s) €0 – Undershirt (had for years) €0 – Belt (thrifted & refashioned) €0.10 – Jeans (had for years) €0 – Two-steppin’ cowboy boots (thrifted) €1.50
Hands up if your school days were the best time of your life…
Thinking back to those oh-so-long-ago days of taunts & torments makes me breathe a massive sigh of relief that September has not meant heading back to school for a very long time…and I can assure anyone who is going through a difficult school time that it does get indescribably better once you leave the petri dish of high school. That thick skin, inner strength & humour that developed as a necessary line of defense during those seemingly-never-ending days at school will serve you awesomely along the road of success for the rest of your life!
…and to the bullies: Karma is patient and will always find you in the end.
I love the floaty romantic style and phenomenal fabrics of traditional Indian fashion and as a lassie was always thrilled when my friend’s mom allowed us to play dress-up with her gorgeous collection of saris, so you can imagine my delight when I discovered this incredible Handmade-in-India tunic dress at my local thrift shop…on €1 day:
I squealed in excitement & received such an evil glare of death from the elderly woman beside me at the rack that I’m positive I would no longer be on this earth had my munchkin not swooped in to save me with her adorable smiles & giggles that seem to act as kryptonite to bitter old Germans, rendering their penetrating sour stares powerless.
The embroidery & beadwork are divine and each flower contains a tiny mirror at its center