Jumping on the 70's bandwagon

Hello! All of a sudden, I am seeing references to the 70's being BIG this season apparently! I missed the official memo (don't really follow) but I've several cool bloggers to thank for me now knowing! Hurrah!
I love the 70's since there were so many influences- there was something for everyone, I love all my Mum's 70's dresses she wore. Sadly,she no longer owns any of my favourites- alas! I won't be buying any 2015 does 70's, why buy new when you can get the real thing (or you could if you hadn't given up shopping for Lent and hopefully beyond)

I was delighted to haul this item (sincerely hoping it really IS 70's....)  out of my wardrobe on Sunday for church- I found it at a vintage fair in London some time ago. It is comfortable but I have accidentally made a rip at the seams down one side but have been too lazy incompetent forgetful to do anything about it thus the addition of the knitted waistcoat- luckily this made me tie in loosely with the Two Birds Inspiration for this week as best as my wardrobe could muster. Believe it or not, it didn't seem a hat day yesterday...



Oh the sun was glorious but the poses were dumb!


 I WAS going to mow the lawn yesterday. Except that we still don't have one and I am too embarrassed to ask the neighbours.  Wish I'd bought one when gardencentres and B&Q hike the prices in anticipation!



Happy shoes for a happy day! I've had these shoes since before Christmas. I had seen them in Modcloth- they must have been in someone's 'rainbow wishlist' or 'rainbow fashion' post, who knows but I fell for them! They have a RAINBOW on them. BUT, there was no way I was risking US import taxes (or a large cost). Amazingly luckily, they turned up reduced on the ASOS site and I had the amount left on a voucher from WOMOTM from last year's birthday. Clearly was meant to be.

One of the first times I was GOING to wear them, I put them in a bag in CBC's car to meet him at his school because I was helping out by playing viola for his school concert.  When I got there and went to get changed, I could only find one shoe. I was utterly perplexed as to where the other one was. I searched all through his music department and his car. No shoe.  In a weird Cinderella way, I was one shoe down and the only shoes I had with me were my turquoise clompy Doc Martens which I clearly couldn't wear on stage. No one who had any spare black shoes was even close to my enormous size 8's. In the end, I had to go onto stage in my 'stockinged feet' (you know tights, but how else do I phrase it?) and hope the fact they were dark didn't draw attention to my feet.  The next day, it transpired that it had dropped out the bag as he brought it in and sat in the rain all night outside the office where it was found by a secretary. Sigh.  Luckily it hadn't shrunk and at least I got it back.


That isn't the most daft shoe/concert/story/incident I can relate though.  Once,I was playing a concert at St John's Smith Square in London. It is a huge concert hall with a high up stage so essentially the audience can see your feet quite prominently.  Well, the leader forgot his black shoes and only had white trainers with him. So...what did he do?  Any ideas?

Well, what actually happened was, the co-leader, the man who sat next to him lent him ONE on his shoes and they both sat on stage wearing one shoe each.   Now we all surely know that the leader has to walk onto and off of stage to applause by himself. Yep, he did that in one shoe!!!!!! What would you have done if that had been you?? Surely ANYTHING but that!

Do you have any funny shoe stories?  Or any 70's clothing? Or rainbow shoes? Or any random anecdote you want to share? I'm all ears!x
xxx

P.S. Actually think my neighbour might hate us.But had a hilarious laugh with CBC tonight trying to play my Grandad's violin so CBC could practice accompanying me for a GCSE recital on Grade 6 pieces- I scraped and slid my way through pieces. And then, as CBC hijacked the violin, I tried my Lidl bagpipes after Steph/ven told me how to put the reed in the chanter- I could manage a rather party-popperesque squeak but there will be no Highland fling here!