The country. Not great for listless teenagers or snacks past midnight; great for calling your mum without the wailing po po starting up right by your ear and, closest to my heart, charity shops. This weekend's trip to see Caitlin Moran and dear old national treasure Jarvis Cocker at Cheltenham Literary Festival took in a few choice chazzas of my youth and what treasure they turned up.
A heavy, strange bling chain with a pound coin stuck in the centre, and an enamel drum kit brooch that I'm wearing today with an electric blue A-line mini and pale yellow Sixties knit top. Not bad for £4.
Tuesday, 11 October 2011
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I love your blingy chain! This Amurrikan would never wear a big ole dollar sign on a chain (a la 90s rappers), but somehow, a pound coin would be cool. Well, to an Anglophile like me, anyway.
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