|Demure at the start of the night
This is a Tale of Two Birthdays. Last year I turned 30, and rather than getting depressed about it I decided, for the first time since I was 18, to have a big party and invite all my friends and be badly behaved and simply have a marvellous time. I found a fabulous Joan Collins-esque sparkly beaded cocktail dress from the 80s, which I proceeded to hem up into a mini (got my measurements wrong so it turned out to be borderline indecent, but ho hum). I put on my red lippie, bullied Mr Dreadful into wearing a kilt (phwoar), and any time someone asked what I wanted to drink I said ‘suprise me!’
In a photographic timeline you can see that things started out well behaved, with my hair neatly combed and me simpering into the camera. We then descend into:
Stealing friends’ spectacles:
The hair comes down and we have an impromptu photoshoot in the ladies loos:
Leaving the pub at closing time, I screech ‘take a photo so it looks like Mr Dreadful has drugged me!’ You can’t see his face here but take it from me, he does not look impressed:
Fortunately there is no photographic evidence of the final part of the night, where we all troop back to our little flat, I have one more fatal drink, my eyes start to glaze over, I throw up into the kitchen sink and am put to bed by Mr D in the middle of my own party. Just as well I had already made the resolution to be badly behaved.
This year was rather a contrast. We’ve both been, frankly, working our arses off lately, and since my birthday fell on a working Friday more than anything else I wanted a quiet night in with no company. Outfit details here are: 60s paisley dressing gown, woolly socks (unseen), and wet hair from the shower.
|Blazin’ doughnuts Batman!
Mr D jazzed my birthday doughnut up with candles, and then we had pizza and champagne for dinner.
We did still go out for dinner, but on the 23rd rather than the 22nd. We went for Japanese food at Jinkichi in Hampstead, which was totally delicious. They even have proper toro tuna, which if you haven’t had it, is a fine grade of tuna used for sushi – it really melts into your mouth, and is so much more tasty than the chewy stuff. I wore a vintage hippy style paisley dress, which looks quite 70s but I think is actually 80s. Paired with a waist belt from Primark and tan boots from Kurt Geiger.
Let’s hope next year contains a few more sparkles!