Showing posts with label 1930's spectator wear. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 1930's spectator wear. Show all posts

Thursday, 20 September 2012

The return of the tie


 


 I've been wearing this 2 (out of 3) piece ensemble a lot lately, it is one of the most successful knit projects in between mother and I, to my mind. Husband's now teasing me with a German sounding nick name he thinks appropriate for a bad ass governess.

The outfit certainly seems to create some bewilderment amongst children and teens. While the time of governesses has long gone and I am too old to play the pupil, I am hoping there is still room in the collegiate frame of mind for alternative options. 
Such as that of wearing an outfit one likes, without trying to be anything. Even if it happens to include a tie.




 





















Wednesday, 29 August 2012

Sports vest

As much as I may lack talent for any sports - and sadly I do  - this slight inadvertence doesn't stop me from coveting the amazing sportswear of the 20's and 30's. Can't even legitimate my love for this gear through attending sports events as a spectator, I'm that disinterested.
Luckily, the modern ways of wearing sports clothing as casual wear are for once in favour of my inclinations. It is still tough to push through an equestrian outfit when missing the horse, but I reckon this cricket looking little number won't have to face the same challenges.


As you can see it was inspired by the beautiful fair isle example above. Unfortunately mother doesn't do fair isle, but what I wanted was to replicate the shape, which went pretty well. 
It's also done in a coarser Shetland type wool, which means the overall effect is somewhat bulkier and rougher. I love very textured yarns that cry out loud their provenance. 
I've been wearing this the other day when it started raining, and the wool immediately gave that typical sheep whiff. I was instantly transported back into my childhood to those moments when I was helping my grandmother wash the sheared wool at the river. In fact, the natural, undyed wool in this vest still comes from that village. And that feels pretty good..





Wednesday, 16 November 2011

Olive is coral and I'm crazy about vintage sportswear

 My husband calls me Olive. You can see why.

Knitted polo t-shirt in coral & cream mohair

Ah! aspirations..."far cry" comes to mind. None of the panache, none of the grace of the original model reflects on me in the slightest. 
So what if my keds actually match my sport top? My joy of owning both comes across, surely, if only rather disjointed...:)