Do You Realize?

I realise that Beatnik needs a bigger jewellery display cabinet

    

   

I realise that I love this sixties summer dress

     

I realise that I love the retro wallpaper in the shop

I realise now that I should've kept the red one of these bags for myself and now it's sold   

I realise that I need to stop playing   this  and    this   constantly
       

   


I realise that I love making dens in the woods                                                        












I realise that  watching a film for the second time is sometimes as good as the first

I realise that I need to take notice of the details








I realise that I don't want summer to end

I know Where The Summer Goes

It's hot outside and quiet inside the shop. The students have long since returned home clutching their laundry and hangovers and now we're open to our locals, faithfuls and day trippers. So yes it's quieter but there are still lots of jobs to do, like......

                                                                                

Tidy the Trilbys

Sort the Sunglasses

Of course the mannequins always need their outfits changing, they can get quite huffy if you don't get the outfit just right.

An eighties cotton long sleeve teamed with blue/white polka dot shorts-like-a-skirt

A sixties smock top and check cotton trilby

Finally, outfit chosen.  A baby doll dress by Pop Boutique. 

I love this fabric.

 All the window dressing, hat sorting, shades shining, floor sweeping, tea drinking, chin wagging, music playing and day dreaming (a bit) has made the day fly by. See you next time I open.

Pushing Up The Daisies

Where I live there is an old church, (I'm talking really old). With a magical gate that catches the rays of the setting sun.                                 

Go through the gate and meet a kind lady with a stoney stare, then skip down the shady path  (you can't go wrong, it's right by the spotted headstone), and you will arrive at the beach. Well it's a kind of beach. Not the sort with sand dunes and turquoise oceans (I wish), but it does have colours of yellow and green......

    

   

    

A place for dens in the ivy and trees, and doing as you please.

Ideally I could live without the Pylons and the Containers, but you can't have everything, besides they make for interesting shapes.

                     

And the summer trees and popcorn flowers get all my attention anyway. 

I like living next to the old church and kind of beach.

       These flowers do look a bit like popcorn, don't they?                                                                     

Sweet Thursday

It was the usual start to the day at Beatnik, pretty quiet, a bit of folk music playing, sorting some clothes, making a coffee. The weather was a bit gloomy, summer had decided to go on the blink.  A few more customers, put on some more music, and then I remembered that I had borrowed a fantastic cd. Japanese... Beat.... Bossa Nova.... and sixties. Oh my goodness how could I resist.                                                                   

                                                                                       

The groovy music was playing, the rain stopped, the sky brightened and then as luck would have it the Nippon Girls stopped by. After dancing sixties beat style around the shop they decided to try on some of our sixties outfits. Of course I took some photos of them, it was too good an opportunity to miss.

Those girls really know how to work the camera.

Domo arigato.

Girls & Boys

Julie waited nervously in the shop doorway.  She checked her reflection in the window, not bad. She was wearing her cream eighties dress with gold piping and shoulder pads. Well that would have to do.  She took her phone from her smart shiny sixties handbag and checked the time. He was late.

                                                                                

                                                                                      

                                                                                     
























The morning had been nothing short of a disaster so far for pete. His groovy car had broken down and now he was late. He quickened his pace, adjusted his harrington jacket , and put on his blue sixties shades which he liked to think made him look a bit different to all the other wayfarer wearers out there. There was no sign of the girl outside or inside of the shop. He may have blown it.
He felt sad about missing Julie, she was cute, funny and had told him that she could play the ukulele and sing in harmony. To make himself feel better Pete decided to buy a summer shirt, this shop had a good selection and they were also playing some excellent music.

                                                                                       

Pete had been perfectly apologetic and charming, and so Julie had agreed to meet up with him the following day. This time Pete was early, he was wearing his new hawaiian shirt and had a good feeling about the day ahead.  Julie walked towards the shop, she was wearing  an eighties tee shirt with red and white polka dot shorts.  It was lovely to see Pete and he made her laugh straight away,  but she couldn't help noticing that there was something odd about his appearance, she just couldn't place what it was. No matter, the day was already feeling warm, it was the type of weather when everyone complains about it being too hot.
She was feeling bold and told him she wanted to find an ice cream like the one on her tee shirt. He was happy to go along with whatever she wanted.

The End

Ps. Julies right, there is something quite odd about Pete. The thing is whenever I start taking photos of the mannequins the shop gets busy, great for the shop, not so great for my attention to detail. It is obvious isn't it? Any guesses?

Where's Your Head At

There was once a time when I would wear a head scarf more or less every day. If I wanted to pretty up an outfit I'd wear a head scarf, if I was having a bad hair day a head scarf would be in order, if my fringe was getting a bit long well I'd get it out of my way with the help of yes, a head scarf. Well you get my drift, I like head scarves. It's a sad fact but they don't really suit me anymore. Whichever way I style them I end up looking like an old peasant woman, it's not nice so I tend to steer clear,  but that doesn't stop me loving them still. 
We have a huge selection at Beatnik and they seem to be more popular than ever.                              

Get ahead, get a head scarf.