I have bad memories of fancy dress parties from my childhood. All I wanted was to be a fairy or a princess. But no, mum sent me in the recycled ‘chicken’ outfit I had worn to a dance show two years before. And then a year later there was the homemade Mini Mouse effort – this would be fine if I didn’t have mahoosive 80’s style glasses on top of the face paint.
Nowadays, I try to avoid fancy dress parties. I detest them, saying they are embarrassing or a waste of money. But this weekend I have one I simply cannot avoid – a Mad Hatters Tea Party.
It’s a limited theme but I have come up with a solution. I am going as the white rabbit. Bunny ears, face paint, white gloves and a fluffy tail. Only thing is, I don’t have a white dress. But I have a black one. Can I get away with it? No, apparently. My friends say this is a distinct lack of effort on my part.
So tonight, I’m off to the fancy dress shop. Wish me luck, because this time, I really think I’m going to need it.
Lauren x
