“I’ve a wedding tomorrow”, I say.
“Oh fantastic, enjoy” they say.
No, no, no, I think but do not say, because a wedding means dressing up and those of you familiar with my blog know I am allergic to dressing up.
However I’ve no choice and this time tomorrow I’ll be transformed, on the outside at least. It’s the wedding of the eldest daughter of a great friend of mine so I am making the effort. I’ve even bought new make up. I’ve no idea if it’s the right type or not, but after the mirror experience of last week I know I’m no spring chicken. So, if I am to avoid fellow guests worrying that I’m looking very tired or ill, I’ll have to plaster something over my face. However after doing a practice run I discovered that once plastered, the look was less than natural, so I asked one of my daughters for blusher. She handed me something that involved a brush, but I refused and asked for the beginner version, which she told me, not very caringly, did not exist. She also pointed out that as I have a skin tone which is so much darker than hers (enough to wonder at parentage), that her make up isn’t suitable for me, but I thought, a bit of red powder on my face, how wrong can I get?
What am I wearing? I hear you wonder. Well I told you I’m making an effort for for the second time in twelve months
I’m wearing a fancy dress with a lot of silver bling on it. Very lady like indeed. It’s borrowed of course, as are the shoes. I had to reject the first pair offered as I needed to have some sort of scaffolding erected in our house in order for me to climb up on them. So I made my way to another friend who gave me a choice of two. I tried one pair on, ‘ Do you like them?’ she asked, to which I replied, ‘Does it matter, they fit and go with the dress?’.
I think she was a bit deflated, as on second look they were indeed beautiful and deserving of a much greater compliment. It was just they weren’t exactly me.
So it’s the night before and I’m all set. I’ve borrowed, a dress, shoes, a handbag and a coat, but I assure you all jewelry and underwear is my own. I’m sure myself and himself will have a great day out, but I hope he enjoys the other woman he’ll have in his company as come Saturday it’s the high road for her as I’ll be pulling on my jeans and comfy boots once more.
Wish me luck.