April 2014: Even Post-Helgastock Cowgirls Get the Blues (Misfits Vintage)

The wretched-bastard post-Helgastock blues always hit me pretty hard.
We drove the long drive home...

And I went back to work for three days...

Check out the super awesome colouring books my gorgeous gf Sanna gave me: I LOOOOVE THEM!

This was only one day but counts for two as you would be horrified to know that I wore this skirt TWO DAYS in a row!

Then we went to the shack for another ten days. Because I needed a holiday to recover from my holiday.
There was Easter...

And I unpacked my AMAZING birthday gifts from Helga and G-Star:

Handmade vintage bag, Virgin of Guadalupe candle, hand painted/glittered deer head hanger, groovy 1960s recipe book, Virgin of Guadalupe wall hanging thingy, gorgeous flamingo brooch, 1959 toadstool salt and pepper shakers (I know the year because it has a little handwritten sticker on the bottom!), fab blue belt, amazing 'Bouffant Beauties' book, THREE incredible enamel flower brooches (including that has MATCHING EARRINGS), a 1960s bathroom bag... plus (not pictured) an incredible 1970s halterneck maxi and jacket and a divine square dancing frock.
SPOILT DIABOLICALLY ROTTEN!!!

They also gave me this FANTASTIC 1970s letter holder... WHICH I ALREADY HAD! So now I have two, and according to the OCD in my head, THIS WILL NOT DO, so if you see another of these, please grab it for me. Isn't it amazing how well she knows my taste?!

Look how exquisitely the little toadstools go
on the orange shelf in the kitchen...

And here's some porn for you... the Toy Boy cleaning the kitchen windows because I have NEVER done it. I am the laziest, most unapologetic domestic slattern ever.

He also gives amazing scalp massages...

And speaking of OH MY GOD THIS IS FRICKIN INCREDIBLE... I have been coveting a Gunne Sax maxi for about nine hundred years. Not only are they hideously expensive but they are very VERY rare in my size as they were designed for emaciated, drug fucked, whimsical hippy chicks with no breasts, called Willow or Basket or Clover-Twigface.
So imagine my DISBELIEF when darling Claire gave me this treasure for my birthday...

An exquisite Gunne Sax original.

I almost fucking died from my own whimsy.

Have you recovered? Good.

Here's a bit of religious nonsense I picked up in Melbourne...

And this mystery fur item was on the front lawn when we arrived. We think it's the easter bunny's tail.

And to complete the easter trilogy of miracles, my neighbour was taking these two fab old cabinets to the tip, so I rescued them and they are now safely stored in my shed, where they will breed spiders and dust for the forseeable future.