After dressing this morning in the usual autumn/winter wear - slightly paint-decorated cords, several jumpers in various states of mankiness - no socks yet - I'm holding out for a while; I hate socks - I had a fleeting memory of a few weekends back where me and Mark did the music for a 30s ball at our friends' Manor House/small chateau. I was always a 'tomboy' in my childhood but the occasional wistful idea of dressing up in gauzy outfits like my friends loved to do did sometimes cross my mind, and still does now from time to time.
So . . . 30s ball. Oh dear, much hunting about on Vinted would have to be done, even proper 'hairdo'. What a shame. 😁.
So, hunt I did, and eventually found the sequinned wonder below. Cheap as there was a couple of small rips. I had shoes from some random purchase years ago at a boot sale; hair rdv was booked, and the look put together - with the help of our adept-at-sewing cousin, Gill - thank you. I found Mark an arabesque fabric tux, waistcoat, etc from the great V, and we were ready.
It was a typically-of-them fabulous evening, and a celebration of their new extraordinary dwelling, and their supreme talent of putting it altogether themselves with Workaway and friends/family help. We got the usual 'Soiree scratch band' together on the night, as we've done in the past at our friend's previous events and it worked super well.
So, it spurred on the making of a card for our duo, 'Mornington Crescent'. Now we've just got to find some gigs. Ha - the bit we're crap at . . .
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