squeezing into pumps 6 hours after getting my hair done
As people requested this, and I refuse to give the impression that I am a dramatic flake behold the pics of me.
Ball-ing.
The dress was something I bought with Jeni back in 2004 when I went to Aberystwyth to celebrate my birthday. I was living in Lewisham at the time but missed my mates a lot so I went back to see everyone and ended up crashing with Jen in a weird yellow house near the railroad tracks in Llambadarn. Rain, tea and chocolate eclairs is what i seem to remember the most about that birthday. And picking up a £130 dress for £35 from Pollys.
Ball wise it was lovely. I got to wear my REAL fur coat and it kept me warm cos the wind was Soviet in its harshness that night. And no one get all anti-fur on me. I got the coat off ebay, it's vintage from the 1940s. I don't do modern fur.
And it wasn't only me either, there were half a dozen fur coats that night on the racks. Some of them newer than others.
Long story shortish, I got a lot of looks all night, partially because of my tattoos, but also the fact (I think) that I was wearing a summer ball dress in December. Every other woman was decked out in maroon, plum, black or brown. Lavender stood out.
But I had the personality to carry it off, especially on the dance floor.
Speaking of dancefloor this was the house band:
they were fantastic. Not just playing the usual christmas dross either. They played live versions of Valerie (Zutons version), The Jam, I Predict a Riot and You Never Can Tell (the dance song in Pulp Fiction).
And I loved it.
And despite the length of the dress - and it was LONG, remember I'm 5'11 - you could move and shimmy my hips surprisingly well :-)
My hair was lush, despite being lacquered within an inch of its life, and the hairdresser told us that she didn't have to do as much as back in July. In fact I was only in the chair for a little over the hour, rather than the 2 hours it took on my birthday.
Yay! Yay for hair!
now I have to answer everyone who's sent me messages and facebook questions over the last 5 days.
I tend to ignore this stuff on nights, especially facebook considering it's banned in the NHS.
p.s: the food was rubbish by the way. I don't know what it is about Christmas in Britain, but the last few years I get the impression the restaurants are charging triple rates for cheap turkey, veg and everything else. Cos the hotel (which usually does lovely food) really mailed in the meal that night
Ball-ing.
The dress was something I bought with Jeni back in 2004 when I went to Aberystwyth to celebrate my birthday. I was living in Lewisham at the time but missed my mates a lot so I went back to see everyone and ended up crashing with Jen in a weird yellow house near the railroad tracks in Llambadarn. Rain, tea and chocolate eclairs is what i seem to remember the most about that birthday. And picking up a £130 dress for £35 from Pollys.
Ball wise it was lovely. I got to wear my REAL fur coat and it kept me warm cos the wind was Soviet in its harshness that night. And no one get all anti-fur on me. I got the coat off ebay, it's vintage from the 1940s. I don't do modern fur.
And it wasn't only me either, there were half a dozen fur coats that night on the racks. Some of them newer than others.
Long story shortish, I got a lot of looks all night, partially because of my tattoos, but also the fact (I think) that I was wearing a summer ball dress in December. Every other woman was decked out in maroon, plum, black or brown. Lavender stood out.
But I had the personality to carry it off, especially on the dance floor.
Speaking of dancefloor this was the house band:
they were fantastic. Not just playing the usual christmas dross either. They played live versions of Valerie (Zutons version), The Jam, I Predict a Riot and You Never Can Tell (the dance song in Pulp Fiction).
And I loved it.
And despite the length of the dress - and it was LONG, remember I'm 5'11 - you could move and shimmy my hips surprisingly well :-)
My hair was lush, despite being lacquered within an inch of its life, and the hairdresser told us that she didn't have to do as much as back in July. In fact I was only in the chair for a little over the hour, rather than the 2 hours it took on my birthday.
Yay! Yay for hair!
now I have to answer everyone who's sent me messages and facebook questions over the last 5 days.
I tend to ignore this stuff on nights, especially facebook considering it's banned in the NHS.
p.s: the food was rubbish by the way. I don't know what it is about Christmas in Britain, but the last few years I get the impression the restaurants are charging triple rates for cheap turkey, veg and everything else. Cos the hotel (which usually does lovely food) really mailed in the meal that night