It's Red Hot

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...

Bell peppers turning red
Bell peppers turning red
Red Hot Chili Peppers
Red Hot Chili Peppers
Almost too gorgeous to eat
Almost too gorgeous to eat