I was squealingly excited to wear my red brocade Poppy Valentine dress for the first time, too! I paired it with a green sweater which I felt lent a certain air of Christmas-tree chic - but who wants to be a wallflower? Here's a reasonably sensible photo. We got turfed off the tube part-way there (Not just us! The whole Jubilee Line!) so grabbed a swift ale and cabbed it the rest of the way. Personally, I could get used to such things, we'll have to see what the Lotto brings...
|Elegant, bar the pint of Tribute.|
We met up with vintage chums old-and-new - all fabulously decked out in superb frocks. Lisa of Snoodlebug was wearing the yellow dress she blogged about and it really was amazing; the 30s detail was even more exquisite in real life! We both met this fella too...
|Quick, stub it out, teacher's coming!!|
...what a cad, he hangs out on the smoking deck and chats up any vintage lady popping by. Disgraceful, bet he has a blogger in every port. Anyway, he might look rebellious with his ciggy and hoody but he was a bit too much of the strong silent type, being made of plaster as he was.
It was great to catch up with vintage buddies and meet some great blog writers and vintage experts - Gemma of Retrochick (who gave me some provenance on my dress, she remembered the brocade being bought!), Naomi of Vintage Secret was there in a resplendant polka dot number, Lady Cherry and Penny Dreadful also looking fab. And of course Landgirl1980 was in her absolute element, looking amazingly 40s and turning her wicked sense of humour on some of the more... erm... eccentric elements of the decor:
|Mwaha. The details really make the ship!|
|This doesn't truly represent the sheer terror of these uber-steep steps.|
Alongside a vintage DJ, singers and a compere who appeared to be a bizarre combination between Terry Thomas and HRH Prince Phillip of Greece. Seriously, he said ding dong no less than four times when calling the raffle! Hilarious! Sadly I didn't win the raffle (had my eye on the gin, natch), but I did get some Locks hat vouchers in the silent auction so I may well be getting yet another baker-boy cap. But, like, an £85 one. Wow. [Goes into silent reverie].
|At the end of a sober, educational time aboard ship|
I will leave you with that thought, in the style of the wise words at the end of a sit-com. Yes, it was a larf, but I like to think I learned something.