The reason I look slightly pregnant is because it was raining, and I wasn't going to let my beautiful vintage film camera suffer the consequences of my craziness. Luckily, my new duffle coat provided perfect refuge for both Zennie (read: Zenit, I just love her too much) and me. My Mama struck gold when she spotted this vintage Gloverall in a local charity shop. Fun fact: my GCSE Textiles teacher visited the Gloverall factory and showed us photos of all the machinery - that's how I first heard about the legendary duffle coat makers. Thousands of copies have been made by various high street/designer brands but it's not quite the same as the original. I was one ecstatic child when I collected this red felty bundle of joy - always been torn between navy/red but I knew it had to have a hood, cream toggles and pockets. This one even has secret pockets on the inside. No pockets are large enough to contain my love for this coat, though! I am truly ecstatic Gloverall still make them to this day.
Just my favourite items/details from the Whistles A/W12 press day at Claridge's Hotel. I've already applauded the venue in this post - truth be told I much preferred it to the last one! That duffle coat... dream coat. Swoon forever.
When going to a seaside town, one must always dress the part. The top I am wearing is actually a vintage mini dress I found in a charity shop the day before we set off - perfect timing! Also bought before the trip: a pair of wellies that I am modelling so *ahem* gracefully in the photos. In fact, from last week I've learned that wellies are an absolute essential when visiting the countryside or the sea - much as I'd love you all to think I wore those clog platforms the entire time, my feet rarely left these green rubber beauties. I wore them so much that I thought of perhaps "upgrading" to a pair of Hunter ones for festival season, but after perusing an interesting discussion here about how the new ones have plummeted down in quality, I will only buy a vintage pair.
Salcombe is applauded not only for its sandy beaches, but also for the sailing regatta and the pastel villas and holiday resorts nestled like colourful building blocks on the cliffs (the road winding down is so steep I felt almost horizontal when we drove to the beach!). However, I admit to finding out about it through a Jack Wills handbook, because it's home to the brand. We went after the shops were closed but I loved strolling down the tiny-but-busy Fore Street and peeking in all the shop windows...
Sailor collar dress (worn as top), vintage, thrifted
Doing what I do best... dreaming, aka cloudscaping. Who wouldn't, though, if they were staying in a castle-turned-hotel in the middle of magnificent Devon countryside? Yes, I've had to pinch myself several times to remind myself the trip was not a figment of my imagination. My lens does this place little justice - 50mm is hardly enough to fit everything in.
This skirt is a printed map of everything I like - compasses, shells, globes, looking-glasses, pressed flowers, stamps and hot air balloons. Absolutely ideal for cloudscaping, if you ask me.