stuck in the 50s fairytale.

as you may know I would quite happily run around in 50's prom dresses and carry a parasol under my

arm. while its wintertime I am quite happy to snuggle up with a fur coat (faux of course darlings) lacey

gloves and some sort of hat/head apparel. I jumped a bus with my beautiful boy to the capital and had

a dreamy lust around the vintage shops playing dressup and a little daunder in the fairground. is there anything better than the scent of hot waffles toasting and candyfloss being spun?

                                                      

                                      p.s kind thankyou to the people of armstrongs vintage who let me demolish/take photos of there shop

                

                                                       '' and we burst like colours and carousels''