The festive season. The low lights that are commonly mistaken for highlights; works party, NYE & wishing people a Merry Christmas when you loathe the very sight of them.
Bitter? Moi? Naturally.
My personal highlights of the season; going to afternoon tea at the Hilton with my charming bum-chums to swap presents, watching the look of horror when my very serious, manly 20 year old brothers name is called out to receive a present from 'Santa' on Christmas day and the ideaof NYE.
I've conducted a (biased) survey of what the fascination is about New Years eve. Most of those probed noted that it's an excuse to get horrendously blottoed ¬ have to work the next day. I would not exactly put this is the 'pro' section.
By jobe I think she has it! A themed NYE. 7 decades to choose from. Dress to impress & bring an appropriate blast from the past party piece.
Velvet jumpsuit. Check.
Blue eyeshadow. Check.
Fondue set. Check.
Grace Slick. What a babe.
The thing is, I already own (and wear) this 70s paraphernali