Sunday started off with ice cream for breakfast because you know, why not? I was quite apprehensive about Miss Vintage so my better half did his best to keep me distracted. The first part of the day involved the rehearsal for Miss Vintage. It was lovely to meet everyone involved but then I got so self-conscious about how I looked and sounded, it all became a bit of a blur!
After all that, we met up with Beverly, Tanya, Flic, Carl and Rebecca who really helped to take my mind off things. I always love seeing how different people dress themselves under the umbrella of ‘vintage style’ – it gives me inspiration for my own wardrobe.
My dress is from Peony Vintage in Margate. There are lots of things that I love about this dress: the mint and white stripes, the pockets, the belt and the long sleeves that I can roll up or down. It’s also really easy to get in and out of so I don’t need to panic about my hair.
As it got closer to Miss Vintage, I met up with Carrie-Ann who was kindly lending me her petticoat. Her family had what I can only describe as the most epic of picnics – her mum is a total feeder. Flic and I happily munched French Fancies as we nattered. I need to say a very big thank you to Carrie – she’s given me loads of advice and support in the run-up. Anxiety and fear make these situations much much worse than they actually are but Carrie talked me through everything, even up to an hour beforehand – a true pal.
All of my Miss Vintage stuff was in Flic’s tent so we headed back so I could primp my hair and double-check my make-up. I do love how calm and kind Flic and Nick were as a faffed about – I owe you two a heck of a lot!
With all my stuff in hand, we headed back to the arena. You can read about what happened during Miss Vintage here.
After all the nerves and excitement of Miss Vintage, I ended up chatting to lots of people and relaxing a little!
Feeling much calmer, my tummy started rumbling so we went to wolf down pizza (one each – no sharing). We ended up meeting Karen, Lucy and a bunch of other lovely souls for a good natter. From there, we headed to The Nag’s Head for a few ciders and a cockney sing-a-long.
A properly brilliant end to a full-on day. Needless to say, I slept very well that night!