Who knows where the time goes?

In our house, with its many ticking clocks, you can literally hear time pass ...

For a full-time working girl like me, time is at a premium, so the Easter weekend is a godsend.

Four days of not getting up at the crack of dawn to join the rat race. Time for leisurely breakfasts. Time to tackle some of the never-ending mending pile every wearer of vintage eventually accumulates, for some pottering around the house and for reading a bit more than the 10 minutes in bed every night before nodding off mid-sentence.

Oh, and maybe time to put away the warmest winter clothes and bring out some of the lighter stuff, which has been hibernating in our linen chest since October. It is spring after all, isn't it?

But you know how it is with the best-laid plans ... On Friday, only the leisurely breakfast part was achieved. I'd just taken out my sewing basket when one of us uttered the words "charity shop" and off we went. After all, that is what the Easter break is for as well: time to visit some charity shops which are a bit further away, and which we only visit a few times a year!

Whether we struck gold or not will be the subject of a later post, but this is what I wore to go charity shopping.

A purple psychedelically patterned crimplene A-line dress with slim fitting bodice and sleeves, which mean you either have to be a contortionist to close the back zip, or need a helping hand.














I accessorized it with vintage olive green plastic beads, as well as a ring which reminds me of those Venetian glass paperweights ... Both charity shopped, of course!

Another one of my cardies came out: olive green with a round collar and three quarter length sleeves. This one is retail and I've had it for many years. The brooch I've pinned to it was bought in a charity shop in Cardigan while on holiday last year.

Out came some old tan boots, which are very comfortable, but which I can only wear in dry weather as they are letting the rain in. They are made of some cheap material which has a distinct smell and which drives Phoebe, our cat, crazy. Nevertheless, I'm not ready to throw them out.

While I was thinking about which coat to wear, I suddenly remembered this lime green swing jacket. I'm ashamed to say that although I've had it for more than a year, this is the first time I've actually worn it.

I combined it with a prettily embroidered velvet scarf, which I found at a flea market for next to nothing.

Dress and swing jacket: Think Twice
Bag, beads, brooch and ring: charity shopped
Scarf: flea market
Boots and cardigan: retail

Although the weather was unpredictable, at least it stayed dry and sunny for long enough to go for a short walk in the park and to let us have a taste of spring!

So what did you make time fore this Easter weekend?