Ah, the annual Crowborough Hospital Fete, a source of immense pleasure – and treasure – every August Bank Holiday Monday. It’s been going for 50 years, I learnt this time, though I’ve only been there the last four or five; highlights include a secondhand bookstall in a wedding-sized marquee and several shedfuls of clothes. Refrained from furniture this year, and came back bookless, but spent a total £25 or so on things wearable. My presents to D: a cream and brown paisley cravat (to go with the sandy suit, below?) and a similarly psychedelic Pierre Cardin silk tie.
Incidentally, reviewing last year’s finds from the event, I wore the Bruno Magli shoes for the first time this week. The wicker basket does indeed now house scarves, and I’m still loving the fringed silk shawls. The tailcoats, green corduroy cloak and spectacular blue maxi-skirt/bodice combo have been passed on to someone more flamboyant, however.