Ethel Constance Snowdrop Raven
That was the name on a gravestone I saw in the Coniston graveyard I was wandering around in with the mister recently. I thought it was so pretty and quite unusual for the Victorian era. Whenever I hear names I like I think about how nice it would be to pop out a couple more babies so I can use them, obviously these thoughts are fleeting, and I rapidly come back to my senses.
Anyhow, here is something of an outfit post for you. Since my hair has been blonde (actually it's now a sort of half and half) I've had a thing about black clothes. Maybe it's just me but whenever I have had blonde hair in the past it makes me feel lighter and brighter, appearance wise, which I always feel the need to temper with darkness. It made me realise just how few black clothes I actually own, a complete about face from my teenage wardrobe. So I made a few purchases over the last few months to try and put it right. When we went on a wee weekend break a couple of weeks back I put on my best black display and snapped a few pics for posterity.
Dress: Joe Browns
Bag: Joe Browns
Some of you may recognise the location of the last two photos from this post. It's actually a back alley in the small village of Alston on the edge of Cumbria. I think it looks like it could easily double for poverty stricken Victorian London, which I suppose is why I like it so much.