Today I met up with the lovely Miss Stefanie Valentine of It's All Make Believe, Isn't It? to check out the London Vintage Fair, which was held at Bloomsbury Lanes, near Russell Square.
We had decided to treat ourselves a little bit and booked appointments to get our hair done by the very talented Natasha of Lipstick and Curls. Stefanie showed a photo of Rita Hayworth for inspiration while I went with a look I found in Daniela Turuduch's 1940s Hairstyles.
Here are some detailed shots of our beautiful 'dos:
We received so many compliments for our looks! People were asking to take our photos several times and stopping us on the street to say nice things, which made us feel like movie stars, hee! One lady actually asked if we're doing a movie and she was basically floored when Stefanie responded that this is how we dress on a daily basis.
We enjoyed yummy milkshakes and burgers at Bloomsbury Lanes' American diner style restaurant and a nice lady offered to take our photo.
Unfortunately, the Vintage Fair itself was a bit of a blah. We knew it was mainly going to feature items from the 1950s and onwards but in reality most of the items were from around the 70s. We didn't see anything that would have been from our eras of interest - 1930s and 1940s, that is. We were also the only ladies there dressed in earlier vintage clothing. The venue itself was really cute and fun, though. I'd love to go back for bowling sometime.
We ended up taking a stroll in Covent Garden and popped in for some lovely mint leaf tea at a cool Middle Eastern style tearoom.
Thank you for the lovely day, Stefanie!
PS. Stef and I were talking about vintage teasing just earlier today. She told me that she has gotten some nasty looks and comments from teenagers in London a couple of times because of her vintage style. It was very surprising for me to hear that because no one had ever been mean to me because of the way I dress - and with so many different people and unique styles in London you'd think no one would care about a lady dressed in vintage. Teasing in general is truly beyond me, anyhow. Well, a couple of teenagers (wearing nasty UGG boots, if I may add) kept on giving me the stink eye the entire tube ride back home, whispering, snickering and staring at me. So yes, ladies and gentlemen, I've now officially experienced my very first bit of vintage bullying here in London. I just put Arcade Fire louder in my headphones and thought how utterly fabulous I am.