A Cup of Shai

         When my brother graced this world 20 years ago with all his 8 ounce, red faced fatness, I got wound up. I would no longer be the baby of the family. Bloody stupid bundle of fatty fatness!! (But I secretly loved him.) When I was growing up, I absolutely HATED being the middle child. I had an elder sister, and younger brother. Then there's me. Squeezed in the middle. The sorry soggy tomato in the Sibling Sandwich. Grrr. The family had already gotten their golden child, first daughter, and my brother ticked the box of Only Boy-plus-Baby-On- Both-Sides-Of-The-Family. Which unique box did I fit into then?  It was perhaps for this reason I loved living at my aunts house. I was the only child and all my cousins who are significantly older than me 'adopted' me as their baby sister. Whoop. I loved it! Everyone pampered me and I could also get away with murder. They treated me very well, and was never made me feel like a 'cousin.' I was one of them. Eve

*Fiddles with dial on radio. Judy Garland starts crooning* I had the pleasure of blogging for Lou Lou's Vintage Fair  . It was located at the beautiful Grand  Mercure Hotel  on Granby Street. It was SUCH a great day! I was excited when I arrived to see plenty of teacups, classy dresses and to of course, begin my challenge. BLOGGER'S CHALLENGE My challenge was to put together an outfit for £30 or under. Hmm....so this is when my head tapping began, and I started asking myself some questions. WHO was I putting an outfit together for? WHAT were they dressing for? And then, lo and behold, as if the lights of inspiration (don't ask) came down from the glittering roofs of the Mercure Hotel itself, it hit me. DOROTHY AND SCARECROW DATE. My favourite tale. I am at a Vintage Fair. What could be better? Outfit 1 from  Mooch Vintage Dress: £20 Handbag: £10  And then because I enjoyed this challenge, I was tempted to do an... Outfit 2:  This time, I