Tonight, Little G and I are celebrating being one step closer to incontinence, memory loss and getting over-excited by the Antiques Roadshow. Birfday girlees we is!
We saw an amazing band at Latitude called The Puppini Sisters, which left us prostrate with jealousy at the conservative yet very sexee style of the singers.
Hence, in an attempt to inject some retro glamour into our own scruffy existence (particularly essential after 4 days sans shower, a wet wipe only goes so far y'know), everybody has been invited to dress up in 1940's gear.
I have the dress, the shoes, the lipstick. I've never worn them all together. I haven't worn a dress AND lipstick since I was five. But it's the hair that's playing havoc with my inner calm.
I want it to look like this:
But the likelihood is this:
Still, it cuts the chances of being ID'd right down.