|The lovely Hon. Miss Amy Norris|
Some of you darlings may know that I am a part of the Rochester Vintage Society, a semi-formal gathering of peoples who take pleasure and delight in celebrating the style of the 1920s to 1950s.
|Yours Truly! I say!|
We’re really rather blessed because the suburb next to Rochester is Chatham, which whilst having a reputation for being a somewhat undesirable area of Kent, happens to be home to some of the most important historical landmarks in the entire United Kingdom.
This weekend they hosted the Salute to the ’40s at The Historic Dockyard Chatham (which is a thrillifying day out in itself), and the RVS were invited to host a vintage picnic in the gardens of the Commissioner’s House. It was actually heaven. Not only were there lots of lovely people in delicious vintage attire to feast one’s eyes on, there was badminton. And croquet. And sandwiches, and gin cocktails and poetry! I even did a little scene from Brief Encounter – a film I almost die over. It was a lovely way to take a break from the sensory overload of the rest of the day.
I didn’t take as many pictures as I should have, especially the heart-breakingest moment of the day. I spotted a lovely lilac blazer (don’t laugh) that a very clever woman from Ruby Jo Vintage (sadly not online yet) had customised with navy blue velvet bows. Now without a picture I cannot convey how excellent it was, and I realise that sounds disgusting. But it SERIOUSLY looked AMAZE, and as soon as I took it off (it was beyond my purse) some bird behind me nabbed it. I can’t blame her.
We had a jolly day indeed, and I hope the RVS are able to do it again next year. The vintage movement is alive and kicking, and whilst I’ve fully embraced thrift shopping and obtaining ‘vintage’ clothing for everyday wear, I can’t deny that dressing up and re-enacting ’40s life is very appealing. I mean, this time we can do it without a blasted war, so there’s still plenty of delicious men to gaze at!