House of Vintage, Brick Lane London
In a couple of short weeks, me and the old fella are celebrating 10 years o’ wedded bliss. To mark the occasion we’re having a small knees up with a few mates and giving the whole shebang a 60s theme. It makes sense: we got married in the same place as John and Yoko (Gibraltar near Spain) and named our child after a Beatles classic (middle name = Jude).
Obvs, I must wear a genuine 1960s dress, and thanks to a tip off from one of my readers, I went off to find a very special vintage boutique off Brick Lane. House of Vintage is packed full of gorgeous, lovingly restored vintage pieces and as soon as I clocked the detailed labels on every dress, jacket and separate, listing price, era and a purchase-persuading description, I knew this was more than your average second hand shop.
The evening dress rail was packed with beauties, mainly from the 50s, 60s and 70s, but when I found the one I just knew, as you do, and it was the only dress I tried on. I asked the manager for her opinion and we both agreed that it was awesome sauce – but needed to be shorter; she recommended a tailor in Spitalfields Market and within an hour the dress was bought and I was being tinkered with by said tailor in a becurtained back room.
The dress was done the next day, and now I feel ready to emabark upon the rest of the party planning. I’ve also made a fab new fashion contact (that’ll be the lovely, and very stylish, Marcia at House of Vintage), who said this must be a very special party indeed becase it’s taking place the same day as her birthday. It’s fashion fate working its magic again.
Apart from the sneak peek above, my frock is staying under wraps until the big night – just 60s shoes and a bag to worry about now. Zoinks.