Suffering for beauty

Oct 30, 2009 16:45

I'm sitting here with color in my hair*. I've spent the day vacillating about what to wear to the Full Moon Ball. Mostly because I didn't FEEL like coloring my hair, but...my other options sucked. I can't find my one-size-fits-all emergency costume: horns and a pointed red tail---worn under a certain frock, I become the devil with a blue dress on. Entertained the idea of wearing a Hawaiian shirt with all-black everything else and going as a tropical depression, but that seemed too blah.

I don't know why I'm feeling so apathetic---usually I love dress up---but I asked myself what I really wanted to wear, and my self told me in no uncertain terms, my "disco ball" dress that I wore to Doc's wedding. And that I'd look ridiculous in it unless I touched up my roots. It's actually an upscale version of my original idea, namely Marilyn Monroe if she was fat and happy. (I have a black sequin and some glue to add the famous beauty mark.) Originally, I was going to wear my black and white polka-dot halter dress---either way, it would be with the corset underneath---but I've put SO much work into the disco dress AND it fits better.

Hey, at least it's a low-budget idea. All I had to buy was a cheap tube of mascara for my all-but-invisible lashes---everything else I had. Including the sequins, which I'm thriftily recycling from the leftover trim for the dress. Yes, I AM a Frugalista Fatshionista.

Note to self, take extra sequins with me, just in case.

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* I'm even bleaching my brows, although the color the dye has turned makes me look like Eugene Levy. Or Groucho Marx. Not such a great look....

/bleach

hair, full moon ball, clothes, fatshionista

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