Would you like to know what I've spent my whole afternoon doing?

Of course you do. No, really.

Skirt?

No, trousers.

Skirt.

Dress?

Trousers.

No, dress.

Which shoes?

Is black lipstick going too far?


But now I'm ready and blogging so I'm not tempted to go back and get changed again. I have so much black eye make-up on that blinking's beginning to feel like an aerobics class and I still have to work out how to leave the house without my Mother seeing me, as I look not unlike a person who's favours are somewhat purchasable.

I'm actually looking forward to this partybash; it's like being fifteen again- back in the day, every house party had a theme; ice princess, fish, regression, flora, 70s, morning, regency, rock, 1984.

Oh, and there's one with an Austrian theme coming up in about two weeks, which should be hilarious- think, The Sound of Music.

Lederhosen ahoy!

And Heidi. Heidi's set in Austria, right?

Wrong? Pray tell.

But moving on. I shall report back in detail, and share snack stories- the fish party came with fishfingers and carrots artfully carved into vague fish shapes, and this party is being held by the guy who hosted that one.
And after that partybash they were picking up bits of fishfinger from the chandeliers for weeks; I have high expectations for tonight- I mean, what will the snacksies be?
Severed dolls heads with that fake blood stuff you get at Hallowe'en? Or raw leg of lamb with ready prepared teeth marks?

The possibilities are endless.