I love a good car boot sale. Always have. Always will.
Any new man in my life will have to accept this fact and I should probably add this to my ever growing requirement list, somewhere after taller (this seems to be a major issue, 6ft men please make yourself known) and fatter (if i can't get your jeans on I'm not interested). Sunday mornings to me are a car boot followed by a plate of poached eggs on toast. Heaven in my eyes.
This was my best purchase of last week, a heavily sequined, keyhole back vintage dress. £5, no bartering required. Happy buyer. Happy seller.
I get a little desperate to wear new purchases, regardless of the season, so last night i donned the dress for an Indian and a few drinks. Christmas tree I was.
My mum is no David Bailey and i'm certainly no Elle Macpherson so here are a few snappy snaps of the dress from last night......
Hello shoulder pads!
PS. Shoes were added at a later point, i didn't embrace the whole barefoot thing all night : )
Elle x