So last night when I was getting ready to go out I decided that that was the look I was going to go for.
|White dress, 50p car boot, blue top £3 charity shop, vintage velvet rose corsage, I've forgotten.|
I came downstairs and the man of the house started grinning.
Him: What are you going for, a folksy peasanty look?
Me: I'm channelling Frida Kahlo.
Him: Oh yeah. Well in that case you need a tash. Do you want me to draw one on?
My friend S came to pick me up.
Her: Ooh you've made an effort.
Me: Yes, I've dressed up.
Her: (in fleece and tracky bottoms) Me too. I've come as Waynetta Slob.
Later at our friend B's house, our other friend L was suffering because of her allergy to the dog and cat, so she put her scarf across her face. As her breathing got more laboured and wheezy, S turned to me and said:
She's come as Darth Vader.
That's what I call a successful evening of dressing up.