Friday, 13 March 2015
Night Fifty Four
Claire is wearing green and blue ribbons (in hair) [Leeds Kirkgate Market], silver pleated dress [Spanish charity shop] and blue and green roses on black wedges [New Look].
Covadonga is wearing red glittery 'Dorothy' platform heels [charity shop].
Stylish ones, we did go to the ball! Well, I did, and I had a glass of champagne and everything! My housemate said I looked like I was from the 1920s!
I wore my 'gospel' dress, so called because one of my housemates tried it on and realised she looked like a member of a gospel choir, and started clapping. I prefer, for the purpose of the ball look anyway, the term 'Grecian', which someone told me my dress was. A classy column of silver pleats. The shoulder positioning means it drapes nicely and it billows pleasantly. I could wave my arms and legs around as much as I wanted, heck I could have been pregnant under the dress and no-one would have known!
I also wore my wedges instead of heels, so I could walk around for the night and properly dance. Comfort reigns supreme. The other great thing about wedges is that they're another canvas for pattern, so I have my colour at either end of myself.
Finally, my halo braid is a neat piece of construction, with about 12 metres of ribbons plaited into it, and give credit to my follicles, it stayed put.
A wonderful, showstopping evening of frolics was had by all. So much so that my dress shoulder was coming un-stitched out of excitement by the time I got home.
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