Thursday, 29 September 2011
I shudder to think what a golden glow might be
Last post from Canada! (tear). My last week there, my dad and one of my sisters and I went to Port Dover, a fishing village on Lake Erie. There's not much to do there, but we did what there was... wander around and enjoy the atmosphere, and ponder the eternal strangeness that is small towns, the terminally ten years out of date music blaring from the shops, the decision as to which fish restaurant to eat at. It's an interesting thing being part of a blog community that loves vintage and nostalgia and fifties. When I hang around with my family, my parents, who were children in the fifties, aren't the least bit nostalgic. "The restaurant we went to last time reminded me of the fifties," my dad said. "Four types of salad and not a green leaf amongst them!"
Hmmm, in retrospect I'm being a bit mean to Port Dover. I was pretty excited to see Lake Erie for the first time, and it was nice to walk in the sand and watch the sun dipping in the sky to a cacaphony of shrieking seagulls. Plus, we ate perch and then got chocolate peanut butter ice cream on the way home.
I wanted to do an outfit shoot for this outfit because I loved it, but there wasn't time. The dress is the one from this post, just to show that although sometimes things don't crop up too often on the blog, I still wear them. Also, that no white after Labour Day rule is pure nonsense!
a mural of Port Dover back in the day
Photo of me by my dad, others by me