Top Notch Foxy: 1950's fashion

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1950's

Basket bikes and Feeling chic in Bristol

Say hello to feeling chic in Bristol and my new basket bike, Betty

I am totally happy and pleased I made the decision to move to Bristol!

After leaving London 'temporarily' after University, the plan was to intern, get hired and move back. I did intern, I didn't get hired at that particular agency because they didn't have a junior position available at the time. I did however have the opportunity to stay on or do some work for them again in the future, but I was at the end of my tether with sofa surfing and I was running out of money fast.

So I packed up and moved back to Somerset to focus on applying for full time jobs.

The whole time I lived in London ( a whole 3 years..) all I thought about was how little money I had, spending OVER DOUBLE the amount I pay now on rent. I also had a strange feeling of being anonymous in my own city, which I put down to such an influx of people and a crowded tourism industry that sometimes makes you forget who you are and you get lost in the midst of the bustle - and no job is worth having an identity crisis over!

So the identity crisis ended as I moved to Somerset for a few months and then, when I could afford to, I took the plunge to live somewhere new! Bristol is only an hour away from my parents and friends in Somerset and a large chunk of my extended family live here!

So now I'm feeling settled, making friends, working freelance in marketing and building on existing family relationships, I really want to make the effort to blog again, and work on my hobbies - I'm so excited to finally start to learn Lindy Hop on Thursday, something I have aimed to get done for about 2 years! Gosh, time does fly.

I have even bought my dream basket bike and called it Betty, a Pinnacle Californium, which I am now almost crying over seeing as it's gone in the sale.. sods law. I absolutely love it though and she was worth every penny.

My new basket bike, Betty

I figured if you are going to have a basket bike, you have to cycle in style too.

I found a new blog called CycleChic which helped me to find an awesome 'fashionable' ladies helmet. I am loving these Bern helmets, mixing practicality with a great adjusting wheel at the back and air vents with an attractive shell with front rim, so that pesky low winter sun doesn't get in my eyes so much!

Bern Lenox ladies helmet in Cranberry

I hope to get some pictures with my new basket bike soon, and I shall be updating you with an outfit post shortly!

See you soon,

Sarah

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1950's

Shades of Cool

I'm listening to Lana Del Rey's new album, 'Ultraviolence', as I write this post.

Some of the best and most powerful feelings I have ever had seem amplified by her dreamy, softly sung lyrics and are complimented with moving image shot on old, grainy film.

Suddenly I feel like I'm trapped in a Lana Del Rey video, and I don't think I'm the only one who feels this way.

Moments in my life that I cherish as being wild, unhealthy and FUN are suddenly vivid and I connect with again whilst listening to her words. Even though some of these moments I'm remembering through her music have been incredibly painful for me and emotionally unhealthy at times with feelings of lust confused with love, I'll look back and cherish those crazy memories at the start of many blossoming romances.

Unlike Lana, my preference isn't the older man, or the bikers in LA.. but usually a fetish for guys who drive vintage motors that I can hang out the windows of in the English summer, blasting 70's tunes, smoking and laughing.

I usually, not always, end up with the bad boy in the crowd who does things a little differently, and sees things in a bohemian way. I am so attracted to the black sheep, as such.

However, It's not always been the bohemian style of man that catches my attention.

More often than not, it's the alpha male, who I usually don't have much in common with in the long run.

Being with that crazy, eccentric type of person for just one afternoon gives me the same sense of euphoria I get in the middle of a club when the music enthrals me and the alcohol runs through my veins.

I like grimy, beat-up, smoky pubs with sticky beer floors and heavy music the best.

I live for feeling the wind in my hair and absorbing the sweet smell of incense, or freshly cut grass.

If Lana Del Rey hasn't got a talent for bringing that out of me, then I don't know who has.