I am a sucker for vintage clothing, and I am even bigger sucker for reasonably priced vintage clothing. It seems like a lot of the time you slap the word “vintage” on something and suddenly there’s an extra digit added to the price tag. So, I watch where I go: markets that are not advertised as ‘fairs’, markets that don’t specialise in clothing or are attempting to be edgy, charity shops that are run by old dears, and shops that advertise themselves as vintage stores but have large sections dedicated to discounted items/sales/special offers. Examples? Broadway market (a food and craft market, with one seller of vintage material), East End Vintage Clothing in E3 (massive market under the railway arches, constantly doing specials like £1 knits or all-you-can-fit-in-this-bag for £10), Camden (but look for deals, and get off the highstreet: head for the stables).
On with this post! Why do I love culottes?
Like a skirt, but different
Can sit with spread legs! And climb about!
Oddly flattering – high trimmed waist, is like a skirt over the thighs
Easy to style: sliders or heels? basic tee or plunging crop?
Mostly it’s the sitting with spread legs that gets me. I’m constantly splayed about, or have my chin resting on my knee, so these are pretty good for me. It’s funny how culottes have come back in, especially as I still clearly remember having them as part of my old school uniform and just “what are these?! a skirt? shorts? make up your mind!” – but now I’m definitely a little more appreciative. I love that at first glance you might think I’m wearing a maxi skirt, I love how they flow and how light they are. So, here are my two pairs. Vintage from Broadway Market, and got them for two for £20 – thanks to the very lovely man who wanted to close up and go home for the day.
Above, pale blue and white floral culottes. Zip down the front, fake pockets.
And my second pair, a khaki floral with side zip.
Read on for styling and daily, actual outfits ~
One of my favourite things about being in my aunt and uncle’s house, is getting to spend the majority of the visit down memory lane. And not always my memories, either. My aunt is like me: keen to hold onto things, finding importance in mementos, and appreciating the history and stories of certain objects. We love photos, and will often spend time looking through albums. We know our family tree right the way back.
I’ve been here only a few days, and already have tried on rings (my granny’s, great grandma’s and my aunty’s old engagement ring), laughed about the things my mum used to wear (she was very, very out there and folk-y), and tried on the handmade crochet dresses that my great grandmother had made for my aunty! These dresses are from the late 60s, and my aunt must’ve been in her 20s. There were three: a gold, sleeveless shift (not pictured — too small for me!), a bronze shift, and a lavender and silver shift of the same design. The two dresses pictured also had matching purses to go with them!
Both dresses were completely unlined, and definitely on the small side in my opinion! I’d tried them on once before, when I was 12, and they fit then, so I suppose I should be glad that I’ve grown since then haha! My aunt was an absolute rail, and had actually been spotted and asked to model, but she’d declined.
And that’s a yes from me. A big fat gorgeous yes to these killer vibes! (Sorry, I mean vibezzzzz**)
Top — vintage find from What Goes Around Comes Around, Camden
Jeans — Topshop (here, but I don’t recommend them now, as they’ve changed the design and quality has apparently really gone downhill. If you find secondhand ones from ’13-’14, go for it, I wear mine everyday and have had them over a year!)
Boots — Doc Martens (here, though mine are very secondhand)
Septum ring — Tribu (here)
No make up: armed only with last night’s mascara. And, accessories novice that I am, no jewelry or even bag, oops ..but a really cool tshirt to make up for it!
Congratulations, you’ve made to the end of the dorkiest damn photos.
Super casual outfit. Docs and high waisted black jeans are easy staples, and tend to be on my body for the vast, vast majority of my day. I’ve never really gone for a polo before, but was surprised to really enjoy wearing it. I felt like I needed a matching sweatband, or like I was going to spontaneously burst onto a tennis court with high socks. I’m into that. This outfit just radiated fun vibes, and I couldn’t not smile whilst prancing around in it.
Love you all! X