Ages ago Penny Dreadful posted about the glamour of dressing tables and the componants of a dressing table, and much as I love the notorious B-I-G-Plan, I couldn't take a picture because it was an utter mess. Seriously- I'd managed to spill half a bottle of foundation over it and it looked like the lost graveyard of the bent-out bobbypins. Well, I was giving it a bit of a tidy and polish today and actually remembered to take a photo. It isn't fabulously grand and luxurious, but it is practical, vintage and has a giant mirror with a clip-on Elmo attached.
Let's face it, there's nothing a blog lover loves more than having a good nose at someone else's stuff (ignore the windolene smears on the mirror, thankyouplease):
|Note the glamour of my boudoir, currently being used to dry shirts.|
And yes, I am wearing a poncho: like a dressing gown, but more Spaghetti-Western.
|Everything in the right box, basket or bag. Except for pretty bottles.|
|Clothing rail has been at the gin. I blame the floral prom dress.|