Passing by my local gem of a bookstore Black Gull Books never failes to bring some chuckles and smiles even though it is closed by the time I come home (ergo, at least an hour of my weekend is spent browsing there...) and this week, their window display has some excellent vintage 'young persons' books with the sort of illustrated covers that just don't really exist anymore.  Of course, the titles are intriguing enough.. 'You're a brick, Angela!' and 'The Girl's Budget' for example.... what could it all mean.... but having not gone beyond the covers at all, instead, I clock a rather fetching tweed beret and coat combo, some nun-chic 1930's-40's school hockey outfits, some juicy bright polo shirts and puffy 'too-short' childrens' dresses that reminds me how I weep that I can't fit into the stuff I had when I was five.  Shallow?  Me?  Not at all...