In which I dressed up

Yesterday I spent a bit of time lusting after things in this most wonderful etsy shop.

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.