Recently we went to a classic car show. It's a yearly event held on Father's Day at a pub not so far from here.
I was surprised at how big the show was.
There were oodles of beautiful cars there and I always like to choose my favourite.
I passed car after car and just when I thought I had finally made my choice, I saw another car which trumped the one before.
As the show came to an end and cars started leaving, a car actually arrived.
My jaw all but dropped.
All other cars were forgotten.
We'd met up with some friends of Andy and one of them, Loren, even remarked to me that 'my car' had arrived!
American styling but built for British roads, the Vauxhall Velox was MY car, even though the man who drove it to the show evidently thought it was his *cough*
He then left and returned with another Vauxhall, a black one.
Further proof that the pink one was in fact mine.
Aren't we a perfect match?
And on to my outfit which got lots of compliments:
Vintage hair scarf - gift from Curtise
Prescription sunglasses - retail
Faux pearl necklace - nan me down
Hattie dress - Lindy Bop
White organdy petticoat - eBay
Flamingo handbag - gift
Black wedge sandals - retail
Parasol - retail
The dress is new to me and I really like it.
It was perfect for the weather this day which skipped between being really hot and quite cool when the wind got up.
It wouldn't be so good on a really hot day as the fabric is heavier than you'd want a summer dress, I think the day I wore this was perfect otherwise I would have been absolutely sweltering.
As I have mentioned here before the bodice falls short of my natural waistline but the belt covers this. It's also quite snug around the arms, but isn't uncomfortable.
I thought to take my parasol out this day, which Andy usually objects too as he gets self conscious about it, even though it's me carrying it; he thinks it's one old fashioned step too far. I reasoned with him, saying I don't have a hat and you see people carrying umbrellas in hot weather so why not a purpose built parasol? I burn very easily and am not one for tans, which my pale, pale skin is testament to.