Half The Truth

So, I lied. Well, I didn't intentionally lie. It was an accidental lie. I said that my article would be on the Brighton Frocks website tomorrow; tomorrow meaning yesterday. It's not. It will be up there within the next few days though, I promise (and what reason have you not to trust me?)

In other news, I'm going to a hen's night tonight. 'Strippers, booze and drugs?' You might ask. No, in fact, we're a civilized lot. Dinner and a drink in a pretty pub in the next town over. And, completely untrue to my style, I have already planned what I'm wearing. I know, organised, right?

Speaking of which, sorry there haven't been any posts of the outfit kind of late. Despite the suddenly sunny weather, I've been hiding in the black and greys of my wardrobe. And that's not much fun for anyone really, is it?


I got a new camera from a charity shop in town yesterday (above). It's a '70s Kodak Instamatic 25. I doubt I'll ever find film for it, but I'm liking the collection of old, mostly unusable cameras that's building on top of our drawers. It's almost as good as strippers, booze and drugs. Almost.

Camera

Thanks to today's adventures, the Eastbourne charity shop count has climbed to a massive 19. One of the two we visited today was a little store selling only bric-a-brac. We picked up a Brownie 127 camera for a couple of quid and ogled a polaroid camera.


Unfortunately, post purchase research found that the Box Brownie camera will have to function purely as an (very lovely) ornament as the film is no longer in production. Bah humbug.


Then head over heels I fell as I followed Bobby's gaze to a beautiful and fully functioning early 1900s Singer sewing machine. Alas, how I would go about getting it half way across the world in five months when I go back home, I have no idea. So, as it is, I'm in love and yes I'd rather no longer talk about it please.