You may be able to tell by my extravagant moves and general flailing about that I was terribly excited to find this new tweed suit from the vintage Demelza Boutique in Rochester (Demelza, incidentally, is a charity that supports children in hospices – a noble cause indeed. They also run a smashing vintage boutique not ten minutes walk from my house).
Bonafide tweed, with navy and white wool, and a single breasted, three buttoned jacket and faux leather belt. It is everything anyone could have hoped and dreamed for. It was the find of the year for me, and I saw fit to wear it today with the beret above, some black pumps and my Rochester Vintage Society membership badge.
England is finally having its Summer about six years after we’d all agreed that it would, so today was what they technically call fucking hot, and so tweed was rather a poor choice. But hey ho, beauty is pain.
I adore the outfit, and need to find ways to wear it in everyday life. It makes me feel like a combination of Evita and someone from the French Resistance. Also, like I can’t be trusted around a pistol. But perhaps I never could be trusted to begin with!