So it all began last night, I was having our family dinner at my Grandparent's like we do every Tuesday,(very Gilmore Girls) and I don't remember how exactly the conversation turned to this but, by the time we'd finished our soup, I'd been declared a flapper!
Yes, according to my Gran I dress like a jazz loving, bob-haired, cigarette smoking, 1920s flapper.
Wikipedia describes a flapper as "a"new breed" of young women who wore short skirts, bobbed their hair, listened to the new jazz music, and flaunted their distain for what was then considered acceptable behavior. The flappers were seen a brash for wearing excessive makeup, drinking, treating sex in a casual manner, smoking, driving automobiles, and otherwise flouting conventional and sexual norms."
And although you have never seen me (yet) I can assure you that I barely tick two of these requirements, short skirts and makeup. It's not as if I walk around dressed as Catherine Zeta-Jones in Chicago, I usually just wear scuffed Chucks and odd socks..
Although I'm still a little confused by my new label it did get me thinking. I could do with a bit more 'flapper' in my wardrobe. Here are some of my favourite flapperish fandangles.
Sportsgirl headband, pearl and art deco bracelets
jeweled headbands & silk stockings,