Showing posts with label classic cars. Show all posts
Showing posts with label classic cars. Show all posts

Thursday, 2 March 2017


Just playing around in a dusty barn.

Hat: charity shop
Cardigan - charity shop
Jacket - made by me
Collar - Lindy Bop
Skirt - Lindy Bop
Petticoats - eBay
Boots - retail

I didn't remove my hat in the cardi photos because I would have had shocking hat hair.
If I'm lucky it looks very 1920's, but usually hat hair makes me look like Crystal Tipps.

And yes, yes that is a somewhat disturbing, deflated black rubber blow up body emerging from the bonnet of the yellow car. I don't know what's going on and I'm not investigating either.
Some things are best left.

Thursday, 1 December 2016

Folly Come Lately

It's been a little while since I have looked in here, long enough so that the blogger dashboard has changed.
Tis Confusion!

So, what's been going on in Folly Bird land?

Well I finally watched Home Fires. Twice. Once when I was recovering from the flu and then again when Andy expressed an interest. I really enjoyed it.
My favourite characters were Alison ...

.. and Marek. Andy guessed he would be my favourite male character based on his accent and his boots! I asked him why he thought I wasn't taken with any of the RAF types, he assured me they weren't my thing! It seems I am nothing if not predictable!

In other telly news, I completely went off Poldark, though Caroline's red riding outfit, oh my! Andy called me in from the kitchen just to see it! Now THAT is how you go horse riding! I have long wanted to go horse riding and would love to turn up at a riding centre dressed like this! Can you imagine this glorious riding outfit alongside the jeans, practical footwear and terribly boring jackets I so often see on the horse riders we slow for on the lanes around this way?

I also enjoyed The Victorian Slum, chicken plucking aside, and finally saw all of Ripper Street. To say I was left traumatised would be an understatement. I am still sad. The previous series they took Fred Best away and now, now they take Drake away????? What is going on with the world!

Just a couple of note of late, last years cinema release of Krampus. I stress cinema release as there were others at the same time, which apparently are rubbish and went straight to DVD. This was the Toni Collette version. Funny, horrifying, cosy, it managed all three magnificently.

Also I stumbled across a Christmas film called Wishin' & Hopin' At Christmas. It stars Molly Ringwald and Chevy Chase narrates. It is set in the early sixties and has a real feel of the film adaptation of Jean Shepherd's book In God We Trust, A Christmas Story, which I love. I loved Wishin' & Hopin' so much that I looked for it on DVD but have had absolutely no luck.

There have been pies: one cherry, one apple and for Halloween, pumpkin. Yum.
Also cherry crumble and mini cherry pies.

And things have been on the move. My glass cabinet which resided in the bedroom has been moved into the living room, so I can see all my beautiful glass on a day to day basis and not just at bedtime.

I have collected coloured glass since I was in my teens and purchased every single tea set I saw for no more than £4. Annoyingly I haven't seen a coloured glass tea set for years. In fact I rarely see coloured glass at all and when I do, it's usually completely over priced.

Some soft focus pictures of things after the move.

The dish the cup is sat in is carnival glass and was my nan's.

This beauty of a carnival glass bowl was a charity shop find, isn't it a beauty!
Although it is actually more vibrant in real life.

More like this ...

The green glass is Arcoroc, the blue is by another French company, name beginning with V I believe ... the sweet cut glass smoked set, has no makers name.

This 1950's sundae dish set was found in an antique shop for about £7.

 I shall have to photograph things properly.

Unfortunately the lovely carnival glass bowl Mim was sending me arrived broken. Not simply cracked or chipped, it was absolutely shattered into tiny pieces, which made me sad. Sad enough that Andy whisked the box away and hid it from me as I was getting wibbly about the whole thing. But, lovely Mim also sent me a beautiful silk Laura Ashley scarf which I have worn every time I have gone out.

I tried to read all of Stephen King's IT during October. I failed miserably, partly due to flu and then migraines and then various other things. I think it'll take me the rest of the year to get through the thing, have you seen how big that book is? Actually, it's December now ... I don't fancy my chances. I tried to read some in the car the other day when we were visiting Meirionwen and Andy came up to ask me something, approaching from behind the car and scared the living daylights out of me and I haven't even got to the scary stuff yet!

Not only am I lapping up repeats of Friends, I have also recently got back in touch with someone I haven't seen for twenty years. It was nerve-wracking meeting up again, as it had been so long and things had ended on a sour note (not at my hand I hasten to add). But, once I met her off the train, the years melted away and we picked up where we left off. It's nice to have her back in my life again after so long. We still have much in common, including in an ever changing world, the same views which is wonderfully refreshing, as I often find myself floundering along in life, feeling I just plopped down from some alien place with people barking, "You believe what? What do you mean you don't like such and such??? You're letting the side down Melanie! How dare you!"
We're going to go to the zoo together this month, so that'll be fun.

And speaking of the telly version of Friends, I am only now noticing the 90's fashions. I have seen countless repeats but am only just seeing the very distinct styles of the era. I suppose Friends and Clueless best sum up the nineties.

Crochet has been the name of the game in this area of my life.
My granny squares, well some of them.

Random Sightings
Traction Engine just pootling along the dual carriageway near here.

Of Blogging
My health has taken a right old battering these past couple of years, so as I don't ever know how things are going to be for me on the health front and as I don't want to abandon my blog, I will be approaching things a little differently than before.

Thursday, 22 September 2016


A car show where you're positively encouraged to dress for your car?
Oh yes please, me, me, me!


Sunglasses, Shirt and Trousers - Retail
Sleeveless Cardigan - Vintage Hand Knit
Boots - Vintage

Me Made Hat
Vintage Clip On Earrings - Charity Shop
Vintage Crystal Necklace - Gift
Leopard Print Dress - Lindy Bop
Cincher Belt - Hell Bunny
Organdy Petticoat - eBay
Gloves - Retail
Kitten Heeled Shoes - Retail
Vintage Handbag with Glove Clip - Charity Shop & Etsy

Black Swing Jacket - Gift
Vintage Brooch - Charity Shop

Taken once home. Note, different shoes.


I was a little nervous to be honest. I kept asking Andy if I was overdressed for a Sunday morning in Surrey. He said I just looked like I hadn't gone home from the previous night! I suggested I take a champagne glass with me.

Anyway, we set off, following a red Jaguar for most of the way and upon arrival, the compliments for Meirionwen began before we had even parked. The event was at a rural life museum, so we had to drive all the way round, through countless classic cars, to get to our shady little parking spot.

Andy wasn't best pleased to be under a tree, but I didn't want to park with the MGB's. Meirionwen is NOT an MGB, she is a Gilbern GT, so we parked next to a little assortment of cars including a Wolseley and an Austin A35. The Wolseley just so happened to be owned by a gentlemen who also belongs to the classic car club we joined recently and only two weeks back, we sat in his Morris 8! I was wondering why he looked so familiar!

One man came up to me after looking around Meirionwen and leaned forward in a secretive manner. "Prettiest car in the whole show," he said quietly, before going on his way.

Prettiest ❤

We get this a lot. She may not have won mayors choice, a Lanchester won that title, but if there were a Prettiest Car category, I'm sure she would win hands down.

I went for a wander and was asked if I was after winning the Best Dressed Prize by one of the marshals. Now wouldn't that be nice, I said.

I LOVED this Model A Ford.

Willys Knight.

I found it increasingly difficult to walk in kitten heels on sandy ground and grass, but I managed pretty well all in. Some people said I should have worn trainers. Really? Trainers? I don't even own trainers. And even if I did, trainers and this outfit?


Saw this fabulous 1930's Jubilee Caravan. It was so cosy inside, but when I went back with my camera, someone was sat inside, so I couldn't exactly poke my camera in when they were having lunch!
It even had leaded windows in an art deco sunburst design!

Met some nice people in the Vauxhall Cresta Club area, including this lot ...

who were joking that Andy was going to buy me this Vauxhall for my birthday, seeing as I was so taken by it!

More lovely cars.

Vauxhall Cresta

Ford Mustang

I think a 1950 Dodge Coronet, but I'm not 100% sure.

Ford Thunderbird.

Daimler Dart

Mercedes Fintail

Jaguar Mark II

A Hurricane and a Spitfire went over, part of the Battle of Britain Memorial Flight. I overheard someone telling someone else about it, then in the painful walk back to Meirionwen, I promptly forgot about it and besides, I'd lost the heel cap from one of my shoes, so couldn't walk properly anyway. I was sat in Meirionwen, chatting to someone and then heard a loud rumble and managed to poke my head out just in time to see the two planes buzzing the event! I will never tire of seeing such things!

It was then I remembered I had spare shoes in the boot! Yay! Nowhere near as glam as my snub nosed kitten heels, but the shoeless can't be choosers and at least I could walk.
I knew I was never going to make it back where these beauties were when I spotted them, so took a snap on my phone. Good job I did.

Ford Edsel and a Chrysler

Um .. police car. That's all I have to offer!

Nice RAF type with his spiffy car.

And no, no we did not win best dressed, a couple in ARP and nurse uniforms won. Andy started his running commentary as we headed back to Meirionwen. "And Melanie takes down the nurse ..." I'm not competitive whatsoever, but to be fair, I did think popping on a uniform was an easy option, but that's just my opinion.

"It's a microlight!" says Melanie, once home, pointing enthusiastically.
That, or a pterodactyl.

Squinty McSquinterton at your service ma'am!

Sunday, 11 September 2016

That Was The Week That Was

So what have I been doing this week ... what have I been doing?

I was going to have a go at crocheting a cardigan, but overwhelmed myself looking at yarn. I found it so confusing, that I just ended up petting yarn and left with a solitary white ball in order to finish off my shell scarf. I finished crocheting aforementioned shell scarf this week. Yes, it is short, but I only wanted a shortie scarf as I wear it with my me made 1950's repro jacket.

I have been hankering after making another hat for an absolute age and even scrounged out a scrap of black cotton for the base. As we have a car show we are attending with Meirionwen on Sunday, I thought it was the perfect time to act upon this whim. I had already decided to wear my leopard dress, as it's one of my warmer ones and wanted the hat to wear with it..While perusing yarn in the week, I moved on to the ribbons and was gleeful when I found leopard print ribbon! Well cheetah print actually but fortuitously, it goes rather well with my dress. I then couldn't find the black cotton, so went rooting through my stash and unearthed some black jersey to use as the base. I then found I had misplaced the pattern I used last time. I have the envelope but the pieces I need have gone AWOL, so I had to do my usual trick of winging it. So, I also finished making my hat this week. I am just waiting for the hat elastic to arrive. It's a little hard to make out, but it's one of those 1950's style ones that wrap around the head. Unfortunately it doesn't photograph well.

Bet Lynch ...

and Mildred Roper would be proud of me!

On Wednesday we took Meirionwen to a classic car meet on Hayling Island. That was fun! A lady there asked me if I was with The Renegades and at first I was a wee bit confused, but then remembered Portsmouth has an American Classic Car Club called The Solent Renegades and she assumed from the way I was dressed, that I was with one of the American beauties in attendance.

It was a beautifully warm evening, the only negative being I got bitten a couple of times by mosquitoes. Boooooo! Lordy, the bites are sore! I have one huge onee on the back of my neck, hiding under a giant plaster and daubed in Benadryl cream as it's so itchy and I can't  be trusted to leave it alone and I have another, bigger and angrier bite on my foot which has caused my ankle to swell. It itches like the devil and is also very sore. Over the top of the Benadryl I am swathed in a bandage as we have no plaster big enough to cover it and Bob likes to groom my feet bless him, so it's to both stop me itching the horrid thing and to stop Bob ingesting medicated cream.

But anyway ...

1958 Cadillac and an Austin Cambridge.

MG Magnette. This was what we were looking to buy before we snapped Meirionwen up.

Cadillac fins and back end of the Austin Cambridge.

Ford Consul. The sun was going down and in person, you could see the beautiful colours reflected off of the bonnet.

While at the car meet, I took a photo of the moon. Look at the mooooooon! Isn't she beautiful!

The Goodwood Revival is in our neck of the woods this weekend and on Thursday, Andy said he'd seen Thumper, the Lancaster Bomber, flying over. I pouted a bit, as I had missed her. Then on Friday he called from work to say Thumper was heading my way! I ran outside, could hear her, but couldn't see her. I had the common sense to move, then saw her moving away from me, flanked by two small planes which I think were a Spitfire and a Hurricane. They then took a left turn and circled around where I live and passed very low behind the houses at the end of our cul de sac. I ran ... actually ran dear readers ... to the end to see if I could spot her again, but alas, no photos for me. But when I did see her, I watched from the comfort of my bird table. Next to. Not on, in case you wondered! It's always such a treat to see a Lancaster Bomber.