I have recently acquired a keen taste for driving, purely for reasons of selfish indulgence. This is a surprising development, as I have always (up until now) viewed the humble automobile as practical necessity to get one’s self from point A to point B.
Perhaps it is the irresistible vintage jaguar I have been lucky enough to have access to (thanks to my lovely beau), that has spurred this sudden bout of the vehicle virus. Or maybe it was just a natural extension of my adoration for all things vintage chic.
Whatever the reason, I have to admit I’m thoroughly addicted to the scent of the luxurious leather interior, and the Hepburn-esque grace I can briefly assume whilst cruising the countryside on a lazy summer’s day – with the windows down and the music up of course!
Of course, the idea of driving for entertainment is by means a new concept. In fact, the iconic ‘Sunday Drive’ first became an acceptable pass-time in the 1920s and 1930s, where the automobile was used for recreation, rather than running errands.
I’m a firm advocate of bringing back the Sunday Drive. Dust off that summer frock, throw on a scarf, pop a picnic basket in the boot and let the wheels do the navigating – you might just agree me on this one ladies.
Dress: Vintage find from Petite for Maggy
Scarf: Amy’s own
Shoes: By Diana Ferrari
Scarf: Lucky Leather Scarf Ring in Red from ScarfRing.Com