I went to a Valentine’s Party last Saturday night with a friend, Reeve. Both of us love to dress up and Reeve vaguely recalled the invitation telling us to dress in Red Hot clothing – so of course the two of us went full tilt. He as a devil complete with blinking neon horns, a red punk wig, and black, white and red face paint, and I, as a medieval maiden dressed in full-on scarlet. I didn’t feel disguised enough, so I went one step further and painted my entire face an unattractive red.
When we arrived at the party, making a grand entrance in a noisy Tuk Tuk, we discovered that the invitation had said to wear a touch of red. We were surrounded by elegant red cocktail dresses, red floral skinny pants and Manolo Blahnik high heels. I wanted to crawl up and die. Thankfully, I got to wash the red paint off quite quickly so I didn’t look so ghastly.
The party was great fun anyway.
It’s red hot in my garden too...