So, holiday day 4, a thrifting trip to Berwick on Tweed.
I dragged Mr N down this leafy little lane just off the main high street that seemed to lead to nowhere. Despite the fact it was pouring with rain, we managed an impromptu photo shoot.
Unfortunately the weather and poor light meant that most of these shots are pretty blurry
Hmm, who do I remind myself of?
It'll come to me
Later in the day I was looking pretty pleased with myself clutching my bag of thrifty finds. Berwick was very nice and had some great chazzas. One thing I love about Scotland and the bordering locations is its complete lack of pretentiousness. All the beauty of the English countryside, vestiges of history everwhere, yet not a trace of grandness or snobbery.
Back at the cottage having removed my rain soaked shoes and tights, I was feeling distinctly grungey in my floral skirt and crochet jumper combo.
Vegetable rights and peace!
It was then that it struck me who I'd been reminding myself of all day
Rayanne Graff. The wildcard best friend from the wrong side of the tracks. Seriously, I have to do a proper post about My So Called Life. My very existence revolved around this show when I was 14.
Gonna party like it's 1994
With the earlier addition of the blazer (the only remotely sensible jacket I had taken with me) there was a bit of Alex Drake in there too.
A cross between Rayanne Graff and Alex Drake.
Yuppy grunge anyone? Remember where you heard of it first!
We rounded off the day by taking in the rain-refreshed evening air.
This outfit made me happy.
Skirt, beads & belt: charity shop
Jumper: New Look sale
Don't you just love it when you throw something together which unexpectedly takes you to a happy place?
Gonna post my thrifted finds soon. Stay tuned.