Friday, 8 June 2018

A Quant of Solace

So, the V&A's announced its next exhibition, and it's going to be devoted to the work of a designer who shaped British fashion in the 1960s, Mary Quant. She wasn't the first to make a mini skirt, but by crikey she made them popular. She was an early worker with PVC, too - her 'Wet' collection of 1963 used it.

On the subject of 'Wet', garment from that are among the items the museum is hoping people can lend it. They're looking for stuff like early Quant with Bazaar labels, 'Wet' items, and mid-60s styles with Peter Pan collars (not sure I'll forgive MQ for making that particular piece of tweeness acceptable for adults, to be honest – did Audrey Hepburn wear one? Did Diana Rigg? That should tell you all you need to know.) Anyway, those, home-made - sewn or knitted - garments from Quant patterns, and more are all on their We Want Quant list. If you can help them, I'm sure they'd be grateful.

The exhibition is opening in April 2019. I didn't manage to make it to the Ocean Liners one (idiot Mim!) but I am definitely going to get my arse into gear and go to see the Quant one.

Wednesday, 6 June 2018

New hair and bimblings

 I did it! I finally got my hair cut. I went for the Emma Peel as it's longer than the Scully, so if it didn't work out it could be cut into a Scully next time, whereas the reverse wouldn't be possible. Turns out, all it takes cut-wise is for everything to be the same length, and after that it's all in the blow drying. The hairdresser didn't get as much volume into the roots as I'd have wanted, but I did carefully watch how she did the flicks. And then this week I've been out and bought all sorts of brushes, sticky stuffs AND a hairdryer so hopefully I can recreate it myself. I've yet to try that, so today it's exactly like it was before the cut, only shorter, ie messy.

Monday, 4 June 2018

Sewing frustrations

Do you know the old saying about having to do something for 10,000 hours to be any good at it? I'm starting to fear it might take that long for my sewing to get good. And that I'm going to be making this one pattern FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE.

Wednesday, 30 May 2018

Living Literature: Frankenstein

Last Friday Mr Robot and I went to an event being run as part of the Bath Festival. The Bath International Music Festival began in 1948, and the city has various other ones throughout the year - Literature, Children's Literature, Film, Jane Austen - but the music one has been rolled in with the literature one to create one mammoth multi-arts festival. The event we attended was a Living Literature one on Frankenstein. Mary Shelley polished the draft for Frankenstein in the city, and the book's 200th anniversary of publication is this year, so it was a good fit.

The venue was the city's original theatre. It became a Roman Catholic church, and has been a Masonic Hall since the mid-1800s (presumably around the time the Catholics got a proper swanky church with an impressive spire built nearby). I'd always wanted to see inside. And what I was hoping for from an 'immersive' literature event was something akin to Secret Cinema.

Er, what do I say? The event and I were not a good fit.

Wednesday, 23 May 2018

Off the top of my head

It’s work team photo shoot day next week, and I’m hoping to get my hair cut on Saturday. I haven’t booked anything; I’ll just see if any of the salons in town can take a walk-up, which probably says something about my general experience with hairdressers. I’m not expecting a miracle, let’s put it that way. I haven’t been in over a year, but it really is looking tatty with overprocessing and needs a cut beyond my usual ‘chop the end off a ponytail’ technique. I’m toying with asking for one of two styles this time.

Monday, 14 May 2018


Sorry about the radio silence. If you've been reading this blog for any length of time you'll know I'm prone to the occasional bout of anxiety and I've just been through one of those. Argh. A friend was having a bit of a crisis and I was doing my best to support her, and worrying about her triggered my 'WORRY ABOUT EVERYTHING!' frame of mind. Luckily I had last week off and was able to potter round at home and decompress, but I stayed mainly off social media. (Ditched about a third of the Twitter accounts I was following; that was definitely the best move.)

Anyway, there were good things in the past week or so. For starters I was able to get into one of my vintage dresses. I bought this Global shirt dress from Kinky Melon ages ago; I don't usually go into the 1970s style-wise but this is clean enough in colour and pattern to appeal to me. It feels so good to be wearing some of my original vintage again! I haven't been dieting per se, but I have cut out all snacks, tried to stick to salads for lunch at work, and have switched to herb teas (no milk) in the office, and Mr Robot did say my tummy looks slightly smaller. When the person who sees you every day notices a difference, it's got to be significant. We renewed our gym membership and one of the best ways of dealing with my anxiety is to haul myself there and drown it in treadmill-generated endorphins, so I shall try to stick to going regularly from now on.

Friday, 4 May 2018

Crinoline Robot's vintage week

The Circus, Bath

Maybe it’s the sunshine, maybe it’s finding a set of uranium glass dishes in a charity shop weekend, or maybe it's taking part in the #vintagefashionchallenge on Instagram, but I am really feeling my love of old tat right now.

 It was also Mr Robot's birthday this week, so we went for a really delicious dinner at a restaurant called Henry's, behind the Assembly Rooms (where the Fashion Museum is, if you know Bath). We both work nearer the train station and it felt like it had been ages since we went into that part of the city. It was lovely seeing the Circus in late afternoon. (If you don't know Bath, the curved terrace above is one of three forming a circular street, called The Circus, and it's just down from the Royal Crescent, probably the city's most famous street. They're not big on straight roads round here, which is ironic given how the city swanks about its Roman heritage.)