No, I chided myself, lift. You can do better than that MWW - it's Rob's birthday! So I dug deeper and went all out:
- White jeans I could barely wriggle into
- A purple satin top
- A white faux-fur rock-star jacket
- Hideous purple eye make up, frosted lips, highlighter dust, thinly pencilled brows
- Curled, teased, flicked and lacquered hair - Charlie's Angels' style
- More silver jewelry than I knew I owned
- Enormously ridiculous white sunglasses from the dress ups
- Snake skin platform ankle boots (that I had to dig out of the 'donations' bag - but having had an outing, I think I might pop them back in the dress up box after all)
- I even bothered to change my handbag to the silver tote
So, feeling now that a suitable effort had been put in, we headed off. And arrived to find that no-one, and I mean, NO-ONE else had bothered with that dress up bit. There was the odd half-hearted black leather jacket but that was about it. Not even the birthday boy or his wife were in costume. Mother Of A Man Child, I will get you back!!!
