Monday, 17 November 2014

a forest full of cukes

You will see no cukes in this forest now, but there were a lot in the summertime. It's the "Spreewald" - famous for his pickled cucumbers, the beautiful little canals and the traditional costumes. A pefect place to hide from the city for a few days. We found a little house in the middle of nowhere to stay in...

spent a day in a spa and did little walks. Sadly the weather was just misty and rainy - time for the one and only autumnal jacket in the world, of course a classic Pendleton 49ers with red check.

 turban: made out of a H&M scarf mit red lips prints
jacket: Pendleton 49ers from etsy
jeans: collectif
boots: Clarks  Originals

In the nice Spreewald museum we could admire the traditional costumes with the huge hats. I like this picture of a little lady on her first day in school from the 1930s. The Sorb, the natives, still wear it proudly.

The museum even had a kind of historical train station, look at all the great dresses and suitcases.

I took place in one of the cabins, pulled my Röckl gloves on and Honey drove the steam train back to Berlin...

The only jewelery I wore was this 1950s bracelet with acorns, autumnally like fallen leaves. Hope you enjoy this season too.

Wednesday, 5 November 2014

the third spring

Last weekend just another wardrobe experience and me joined the Berlin Fashion Exchange at the Postbahnhof, to be precise the Vintage part of it named "The Second Spring"

It started all well and we both built up our stalls with lots of hope, sun and good mood...

hat: 40s vintage, present from a vintage seller on a fair
dress: 50s vintage from etsy
tights: falke
The dress is made out of very soft novelty printed nylon with great violet color in it, 
so what matches better than a 40s violet brooch?

And than we waited for well-founded clients. Me behind my stall...

and just another wardrobe experience in front of hers, armed with her sweet smile...

... but there was no big business waiting for us. Everyone was out there in the sun.

After taking down everything I felt like a ghost in the big empty market hall.

I will wait for the next real spring and will do some street fleamarket than - to give my stuff a third spring.