Second hand September
I never wanted to be like everyone else... it also helps that I’m 5ft short and with loud voice and very not “Russian” looking. When folks ask me where I am from they get very surprised, I’m not tall blond and have distinctive accent... My step dads mum got the nice denim jacket of my choice. It was cute thing with defined waist line and looked rather unusual. But when we got home everywhere I looked I saw this jacket. Everyone wore it so for me it became a plain usual thing and not special anymore... I was upset. Essentially I had that Zara dress! (If you have this dress and love this dress that’s cool and good for you, there is great photo of Scummy Mummies in that dress) So I took scissors, some little lace, needles, beads and safety pins. Writing about this make me sad that I don’t have a picture of it. It became a short jacket with ripped collar where the beautiful lace was pocking out. That but actually looked really really good. I made a lot of alterations...