Monday, 15 September 2014

Eat, Sleep, Rave, Repeat......



Where does the time go? One minute its mid-week and next thing you know its Monday. A weekend of back-to-back vintage fairs along with five and a half hours in A&E after my poor Dad got bashed on the head with a Thermos flask by a fellow resident in the dementia unit (at least it was a retro weapon). 


There was a bit of time for leisure. Here's me and the Lizs ready for action on Friday night.

Kitted out Kinky Melon style: Adrian (in a 1970s chores jacket) and Sean (in a vintage Hardy Amies blazer)
Adrian (aka Dr Teeth), his long-time mate, Sean, along with Q on the bongos, played to a packed house at the Newhampton Arts Centre in Wolverhampton. 

Back in the day. Adrian's on the far left, Sean's behind him.

Give them a listen HERE


It seems strange not to see a band without the obligatory skinful of ale but we had to be up bright-eyed and bushy tailed for work. Here's us at Stockport yesterday. My floaty 1970s maxi came from a fellow seller at Saturday's fair in Stourbridge. As soon as I got home on Saturday evening it was chucked in the washer and, being 100% synthetic, was ready to wear by 5.30am the following day.

1970s Susan Barry maxi skirt (Darling Curtise), fringed bodysuit & beaded velvet choker (both charity shopped), Showgirl's waistcoat (Skye who used to blog), Vintage Pakistani tote (Jumble sale), 1970s filigree coin pendant (the gorgeous Em)

Kinky is pretty much fully booked with fairs from now until mid-December and, after a phenomenal day of sales at Stockport, the rails are starting to look a bit empty. We're already on the hunt for fresh stock, combining a visit to Dad's nursing home with a scout around the chazzas first thing this morning. We've only got a couple of days free as we're off camping and selling at the V Dubs in the Valley this weekend (so please don't get wishing for Autumn just yet).

See you soon!

Linking to Sacramento's Share In Style

Tuesday, 9 September 2014

A Duvet Day & The Taming of Ginger Alan


My mum used to tell me that back in the 1960s if a girl fancied a new dress she'd buy some fabric & a dressmaking pattern and run something up on a Saturday afternoon to wear to go out that night. Nifty seamstress or not, if you wanted something badly enough you just knuckled down and got on with it. No posting endless wish lists on the internet, no credit card debt and, best of all, no chance of bumping into another girl wearing the same frock.


Which is exactly what I did today. I had an urge for something different to wear, a free morning and a new-to-me Maudella pattern.


The envelope claimed to be a quick sew and it was, completed in two hours and costing less than a quid to make. The 1970s jumble sale duvet cover was already in my fabric stash, the zip salvaged from a tatty old dress destined for the rag bag and the hooks & eyes and thread donated by a friend. 

Barry M Cyan nail paint - day four and still chip-free.

Meet Ginger Alan.


This young & tatty tom cat first appeared one evening in July, staring up at the house and howling plaintively. A proper feral feline, he ran off every time we went near so, in the end, we put out a bowl of food and a dish of biscuits and let him get on with it.


Since then he's returned daily, gradually allowing us to get closer. A fortnight ago he allowed me to stroke him and last week it was Jon's turn. He chats to us, raises his tail in greeting and is partial to a bit of fuss.


We tried shouting various names at him but Alan is the only one he responds to. What is it they say about dogs having owners and cats staff? We're already in his employ.

Duvet dress worn with leather and wood platforms (50p, car boot sale), 1970s Madeira basket (£1.95, Acorns Hospice), Original 1970s Polarised sunglasses (£8, Moseley Vintage & Retro Fair), silver jewellery (India)
Mad cat lady? Mad cat couple, more like.

See you soon!

Sunday, 7 September 2014

Made In Walsall


If you've read my blog for a while you'll know that I'm from Walsall, a large industrial town in the Black Country, once the manufacturing heartland of the UK. Even if you've never heard of my home town you'll be very familiar with something made here, the Launer handbags the Queen always carries. 

Source
Known for its leather industry since the middle ages, Walsall's craftspeople manufactured and shipped saddles throughout the entire British Empire and at one time the town was home to almost a third of the UK saddlers. There are still over ninety thriving leather manufacturing companies in business and the town even has a leather museum.


What I didn't know was that during the 1950s we manufactured an iconic sports car, the Swallow Doretti,


 Along with the Gadabout, an incredibly cool scooter.


As part of the Black Country Echoes Festival Kinky Melon, along with a handful of other local indie businesses, was invited to take part in Vintage Vehicles and Views, a celebration marking their 60th anniversary.



Built between 1954 and 1955 just 276 Swallow Dorettis were built at the factory at Aldridge Airport.


The groovy Gadabout was made from 1946 until 1951. This model used to retail at £103 in 1948.


Liz took quite a fancy to it.


These gorgeous delivery lorries were manufactured by Guy Motors in Wolverhampton which closed in 1981, the Black Country's longest surviving powered vehicle manufacturer.


I wouldn't mind having that John Lewis van as a pop-up vintage shop.


Or the chieftain mounted on Gilbert.


As well as some sexy motors was a hand-built, wood fired pizza oven doing a roaring trade. 


 And a local wood carver, Rustic Woodcraft, demonstrating and selling his wares.



Inside Top Hanger were an amazing variety of locally made handmade toys (from Dragonflies Den), silver jewellery (Jolene Smith), felting, painted furniture, home-made cakes & preserves (Hetty's Heavenly Treats), art and printed advertisements & printing blocks from Huxley's, a Walsall printing business founded in 1891.



Liz had a pitch opposite us with her Izzybird bags, corsages and honey from her hives.


I love an industrial setting, bare brick and concrete floors, corrugated metal and steel girders. I'm a townie through and through.


The salvaged cable reels with mismatched chairs and jam jars filled with wild flowers, brambles and berries were a lovely touch.


 There were some great local bands on, too. This was The Brave Boys blasting out a bit of 1950s rock 'n' roll. All in all, a fabulous FREE event for every age group.


 If you live in the West Midlands go to the website and download a programme. There's absolutely loads of interesting FREE stuff on from now until December with everything from art, films, canal trips, exhibitions, visits to temples and houses, events and parties. 


Wherever you live, learn to love your home town instead of moaning about it. We do!

See you soon.

Linking to Patti's Visible Monday.

Wednesday, 3 September 2014

You Tear Men Down Like Roger Moore


My fantasy of channelling a 1970s action film heroine went up in smoke when the first words Jon uttered when I clomped downstairs in my vintage safari suit were Oooooh, very Roger Moore.


But being compared to the worst ever James Bond didn't deter me as I strutted my stuff down the avenue, my bastard massive flares flapping in the breeze, much to the amusement of the carers from the nearby nursing home taking a lunchtime stroll.


Come to think of it I can think of worse comparisons than to Roger. Neither of us are adverse to a spot of sunbathing.

Yesterday afternoon, I'm wearing a crochet bikini, hand made for me by my talented mates, Create Some Time

Or a bit of canoodling with a good looking actor,

At Moseley Vintage Fair on Sunday, the very lovely Cameron is a friend.

and we're both rather fond of a classic car.

That's Ebbie, our 1970 VW Variant.
Mind you, Jon's a fine one to talk.


That's his favourite jacket.

Vintage Bronson of California trouser suit (bought for a song on eBay), 1960s Alfred Tricker Crafts stainless steel choker (car boot sale) 
Just when you thought Vix had been replaced by some freakish Stepford Wife here I am with gratuitous bikini shots and unseemly behaviour. There might be a crumble baking in the oven but it'll be swilled down with a gallon of booze later, you know that I'm no good.

See you soon.


Monday, 1 September 2014

Food For Free


You can keep your woolly cardis, damp mornings, dark nights, bastard massive spiders and celebrity dancing shows, for me the best thing about Autumn is free food.


Our sprawling garden and the one attached to the empty parental home (where these photos were taken) are an almost endless source of wild blackberries, pears and apples.


I'm outside most mornings, picking up the windfalls and foraging in the undergrowth.


Muffins, flapjacks, pies and crumbles have been on the menu for weeks now.


 The freezer is stuffed full with tubs of wild berries, double bagged to prevent freezer burn, whilst the coal house is almost bursting with wooden crates of apples individually wrapped in newspaper.


We had a bit of a do on Friday night and my home-made spicy blackberry chutney (the original recipe taken from the Good Food website) went down like a house on fire. So much so that I've had to make more today.


You'll need:
500g blackberries
140g caster sugar 
140g red onions, sliced 
2 tbsp Dijon mustard 
3 tbsp peeled and chopped fresh root ginger
150ml white wine vinegar

I doubled up on the ingredients, substituting the caster sugar for granulated, white onions for red and English mustard for Dijon).


1.Combine all ingredients, except the vinegar, in a large saucepan, stirring over a medium heat until the blackberries start to burst.
2.Season with salt and pepper, add the vinegar and allow the mixture to simmer uncovered.
3. The chutney is ready when thick enough to drag a wooden spoon across the bottom of the pan and it remains clean for a few seconds.

(The website stated a 10 minute cooking time but it took at least 40 minutes before the chutney reached the correct consistency.)


4. Remove from the heat, cool and transfer to a sterilised jar, sealing immediately. Leave for a week before eating. Best served with cheese, crackers, lashings of booze and riotous company.


Beth, you mentioned drying herbs when you commented on my last blog post. This strange contraption in the fireplace is our solution, bought from a car boot sale for pennies ages ago. Branches of oregano, thyme and rosemary, harvested from our kitchen garden, have been cleaned, wrapped up in a brown paper bag (punched with holes) and tied up with string. In a month or so they'll be ready to add Summer flavour to our roasted veggies.

Wearing: 1970s Van Allen cotton maxi (eBay, 2008), Vintage lace shawl (Charity shop, 2011), Hush Puppies boots (Car boot sale, 2012)
As I'm in full domestic goddess mode I'd better go and crack on with some cleaning before I revert back my usual slatternly ways.

See you soon.