A Day At A Classic Car Show
Whether its a fabulous flapper dress, a vintage camera on an otherwise vanilla shelf, a mirror from the 60s I inherited from my grandmother or even old-school chivalry like a man pulling a chair out for a woman, I love anything with a touch of old-world charm.
Taking my obsession to a whole new level was my lifelong ambition to own a vintage store one day – I aggressively ‘pursued my passion’ by frequenting the strip of vintage shops on King’s Street in Sydney and around Portobello Market in London in the name of ‘research’, only to return with a Marilyn Monroe inspired skirt suit and other equally unnecessary items I absolutely adore and have no space in my wardrobe for.
Which is why, when James told me about an antique car show in Cheshire over the weekend, I was bouncing off the walls like a child on a sugar rush. Which, I’m a little embarrassed to admit, is a complete paradox to me as a child who was embarrassed of the fact that my grandmother drove a vintage Ambassador. Which, now that I’ve had a chance to grow up a little, was really just the coolest thing. I wish I had appreciated it more when I was younger. I hope that wherever she is, she knows how much I truly value them now.
The weather was overcast and windy, but warm and inviting nonetheless as we walked past row after row of absolutely gorgeous classic cars with their owners chatting happily away among one another, exchanging stories and funny anecdotes of experiences within what can only be described as minaudieres on wheels.
As we paused to take pictures every few minutes in between snacking on ice cream cones, I couldn’t help but marvel at the thought of the stories these babies would tell if they could speak – tales of famous drivers and passengers, important events in history, life-changing romances and treacherous journeys – it was all I could do to stop myself from pressing my ear against a bonnet and hoping the car would whisper all its secrets to me.
It may not have had my dream car, but the show was an absolute treat and had both, James and I vowing to be classic car owners one day when we’re all grown up. But whether we’ll go down the hippie route and get a little VW camper van to travel around Europe / open a flower shop or ice cream stand in or opt for a more glamorous route like Sebastian’s 1956 Jaguar XK140 in Cruel Intentions or just get a fun car like a vintage VW Beetle (my mom’s favourite car of all time) is yet to be decided.
But we still have plenty of time to decide. After all, if there’s anything we’ve learned today, its that time can stand still with passion, dedication, a good set of tools and a little polish!
Skirt: Vogue & Me
Sandals: Primark (similar here)
Bag: Laura Ashley (similar here, here and here)
Watch: Larsson and Jennings
Sunglasses: DKNY (similar here)
Bangle: The Snob Shop