Feeling a bit of a ridiculous hipster today, so I have donned my vintage dress and made my pictures all olde-fashionede in colouring.
"Not another new dress?", I hear you cry. It's a doll, aint it?
It's a well-kept secret, but I don't actually like charity shops all that much. That is, not the clothes. Well, no, I like the clothes, it's the rummaging that I don't get on with; I'm a lazy shopper and like to see the wares all conveniently laid out for me to browse. I'm sure this has led me to miss out on many a bargain.
Luckily, I am the daughter of the Charity Shop Queen of the North (also the niece of the Charity Shop Queen of the South), so I am often able to quietly peruse the books and homewares while my relatives sift through the rails. My mum wins the prize for finding this frock, which has POCKETS, a pointy collar and a fabric belt.
My garden-gate posing isn't as effective in this week's Boring Outfit Post as in last. It's all to do with the strategic placement of wheelie bins.
Coming up soon on Bette on Toast: holiday snaps!