" What the...!"
I wore this to my primary school fancy dress party in 1970 something...
What was I thinking? God knows! (get it) I could blame my...I'm going to call it...quirky...costume on my Mum, but that would be a lie (and good little Catholic girl's don't do that) because it was entirely my choice. All the other little girls went as fairies, brides, ballerina's etc and what do I rock-up as??? Sister Kylie!
All I can say is I must have been a total loser or the biggest suck-hole ever. Probably a bit of both. Look at me though, I think I look gorgeous. I must've been chanelling my inner Soeur Sourire specially for the photographer. I'm serene, radiant and...tragic!
I did give my outfit a bit of style by opting for my black lace ups over my brown school sandals though, don't you think?
Anyway tonight (and I'd better say a few Hail Mary's before we get there) my husband (Anthony not Jesus) and I are going to see this wild and crazy guy
He is one of Anthony's favourite's (think Hairspray, Polyester, Cry Baby, Pink Flamingos) I don't know what to expect really. I'm looking forward to it though...I'm expecting it to be a bit like a car crash - you don't want to look but you just can't help yourself.
To be continued...
Just a few g.s. pics to end
need a barrel for your biccies?
I may struggle to part with this one though...