Showing posts with label Festival. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Festival. Show all posts

Monday, 7 July 2014

...And at the end of the day, your hair should be messy, your feet dirty and your eyes sparkling



So Shanti said and, judging by the state of me, the weekend was a success.


After just two days to recover from Glasto, Thursday saw us back on the road, this time taking some of our vintage wares to the VW lovers of Camperjam at Weston Park in Shropshire.


Despite having a dummy run in the garden a fortnight ago, the new pop-up shop took an absolute age to set up. After spending a couple of hours puzzling it out we had to build our rails, hang up the stock and then pitch Gilbert's awning and get our own space in order.

Wearing: Vintage St Michael cheesecloth shirt (Salvation Army) and Levis 1950s Pantella shorts (Flea market, India)

After a quick catch- up with some of our fellow traders, we managed a few beers and a vegeburger before collapsing into bed knackered.

Wearing: 1970s House of Lavinia maxi (Salvation Army), House of Harrie Hattie floral crown

Kinky Melon opened for business on Friday. The rain lashed down & the skies were grey but I threw on a backless vintage maxi, donned my floral crown, kicked off my shoes, cracked open the cider and danced until late into the night drawing in the sodden festival goers.


At 9am on Saturday the rain had all gone and the sun was beating down.  

Wearing: Clash tee (PDSA , years ago) with Levis shorts and 1960s hessian pumps

We were so busy we didn't crack open the cider until well after 2pm.

Wearing: 1970s Hawaiian maxi (eBay, 2011)

We were visited by repeat customers from last year's festival, still delighted with their 2013 Kinky purchases; a couple of friends from our schooldays and even a chap who remembered me from a local nightclub which closed down in 1989 - talk about once seen never forgotten!


By the time Sunday afternoon rolled around I was finally able to leave the pitch and go for a bit of a wander. We hadn't ventured further than the portaloos since Thursday night.


Loving the AstroTurf makeover!


We've been going to Camperjam since the very beginning and have seen it grow from a row of VW campers in a field with a beer tent and an autojumble to a proper festival with bands, hundreds of traders, 5000 punters and tickets that sell out months in advance.



Seeing our air cooled vintage campervan, Gilbert, peeking out behind our pitch works in our favour when it comes to capturing the attention of prospective customers - we're part of the gang.

Wearing: 1960s safari shirt, hessian pumps and skinny shorts (cut down from jeans)

The awning doubled as an extra changing room when the queue for our shop one grew too long.






I treated us to a new old 1950s flask from this fab stall, a much sought after replacement to the one Jon smashed last year and a bargain at £3.50. (Its the pink one on the top shelf.)

Wearing: 1970s Swedish-made patchwork maxi skirt (eBay, 2012), charity shopped denim waistcoat, fringed 1960s go-go top (Psychotic Monkey)

Gilbert was a whole lot emptier when we packed up last night. Once we've unpacked and caught up on the washing we'll be mostly spending this week on a mission to find some more stock ready for Vintage Village at Stockport at the weekend. No rest for the wicked.

See you soon!

Linking to Sacramento's Share in Style: DENIM!

Tuesday, 1 July 2014

Glastonbury - The 2014 Edition




Glastonbury 2014 - the festival that nearly never was. We failed to get tickets on the general release date, missed out again on the April resale day but, in the end, our fabulous friends Stuart and Kim discovered a secret sale and snaffled us a pair.

Stuart and Kim with Lee and baby Lily (at 2 years old this was already her second Glasto)

Because our tickets were on resale all the campervan spaces had gone so we had to camp and do you know what? We feckin' LOVED it! Our friend Jon couldn't come this year so we borrowed his tent, he was greatly missed but at least his tent got to see some festival action!


So, what is Glastonbury? Its only the world's biggest (and best) music festival. I won't bore you with the facts but you can read more HERE.


The Pyramid Stage

We travelled through the night, meeting up with the gang on a service station car park in Somerset at 6am on the Wednesday morning. We drove in convoy to Worthy Farm, parked up, strapped our belongings to our back and joined the queue of thousands waiting for the festival gates to open at 8am, trudging the longest 2 mile hike in our lives. We found a space big enough to accommodate our six tents, pitched up and walked back to our cars for the rest of our stuff. The rest of the day was spent lounging in the sun, drinking cider and chatting.

1960s Lagos-made maxi (from darling Curtise), floral headpiece hand-made by Kerry @ House of Harrie Hattie, sunnies, Melissa sandals and tooled leather bag (all charity shopped), Parasol (India, 2011)

Thursday was glorious. We roamed the festival site and basked in the sunshine.

Outside the Acoustic Stage

Thursday night was cold....but the cider flowed freely.


The festival officially started on Friday, opened by The Kaiser Chiefs and swiftly followed by Blondie, a band I've loved since 1978. It rained but did we care? Hell, no!

The Other Stage

The rain stopped, we went vintage shopping (poor us, always working), bumped into people we knew, totally mad considering that that there's over a quarter of a million people crammed into a few acres of farmland.

Hindu tee (India, 2014), charity shopped shorts, vintage cord trilby (belonged to a mate's husband)
We got filmed by the media, papped by the press and asked to pose for photos despite not owning a pair of Hunter wellies (the celebs' choice) between us.


1960s floral playsuit (Krista-licious), vintage high-heeled wellies, sunnies, feather boa and hair flowers (all second hand), Glastonbury '14 tote (given away free at the gates) 

We watched De La Soul and Rudimental, whose incredible set sadly got cut short after the Pyramid Stage was struck by lightning. We managed to make it back to our tent before the torrential rain took hold.

Skrillex on The Other Stage

After a sleep and a restorative Jon-cooked Chana Jalfrezi we watched some of Paolo Nutini's set before Skrillex took to the stage. His performance was our Glasto highlight. We LOVED it.



Afterwards we stood outside one of the many bars on site drinking our pre-mixed gin and tonic watching the world go by until well into the early hours.



Paolo Nutini

Saturday morning saw more torrential rain but it eased off in time to check out Royal Blood (rockin') and Fat White Family (fantastic!) over at the John Peel stage. We were in good company, Paolo stood next to us, such a lovely, down-to-earth chap.

Royal Blood play the John Peel Stage

What's a bit of rain anyway? 

Mac, waistcoat, tee shirt and shorts (bought second hand), Old skool Dunlop wellies (eBay, 2005)

No British music festival would be the same without a bit of mud and in between the showers it was gloriously sunny and hot. You should see my tan!

1960s nightie (jumble sale), bag (made by me from a curtain), floral crown (handmade by Kerry)



After Lana Del Ray's set we needed a nap (sorry love, you're just not our bag). We ate, stuck on a few more layers (Kiss Me Kitty leggings and my trusty fake fur) and caught the Manic Street Preachers (used to be a huge fan but not so much these days), danced to The Pixies (ace!) and rocked out to Metallica (AWESOME!)

Jon, me, Steven, Cat & Stuart

 We met up with some of the gang and headed to Arcadia for some after hours action.

Williams Green 

Sunday brought more sunshine and warmth which dried the mud up in next to no time.



After a hike back to the van, leaving us with all but the bare essentials to carry back on Monday, we headed to the Stone Circle, Green Futures and the Greenpeace field for spicy butterbean wraps, cider and chillin' in the sun.


Entrance to Green Futures


Greenpeace field

De La Soul tee shirt & sunnies (both charity shopped), 1950s Levi Panatella shorts (Indian flea market)

The farmer's market within the Greenpeace field


The Peace Garden

Green Futures



Tony Benn's Tower of Strength

Then we joined what seemed like all 180,000 of the other festival goers for Dolly Parton's set.

The sound was pretty poor and we kind of lost interest after hearing Jolene,

   
but the people watching potential was spectacular!


Sequins, clashing patterns and floral head dresses distract from the fact I hadn't showered or washed my hair since Tuesday.

1980s sequined bustier (car boot sale), 1960s Samuel Sherman maxi (vintage fair), floral crown (handmade by Kerry) - muddy hemline courtesy of the good ol' British summer!

We managed to find the rest of the gang for Ed Sheeran (good), The Black Keys (excellent) and Kasabian (fantastic showmen but they didn't blow me away like they have done previously).

Waiting for the Black Keys


Steven & Cat

 After a few more beers back at the camp site we set the alarm for stupid O'clock and hit the sleeping bag ready for an early start. We met in Cheddar (home to the famous cheese) for a pub lunch - a Glasto tradition - and probably stunk to high heaven. 


And so ended Glastonbury for another year....


Sunset at The Pyramid Stage


6 days of not washing, using long drop toilets, queuing for water, consuming 32 litres of pear cider, existing on a few hours of sleep a night, averaging 6 miles of walking per day, cooking on a single gas ring and living under canvas....and I didn't want it to ever end.

Only 2 days until we do it all over again at Camperjam!

Linking to Patti and the gang over at Visible Monday and Judith for her Hat Attack.

PS: Not heard of some of the bands I've mentioned? Click on their names, I've linked to their Glasto performances so you can have a listen.