I had a very long over-due night out with the girls at the weekend so that threw up the dilemma of “what to wear”!
Of course I discussed the subject at length with the other FFF’s to establish the level of “glamour” that we were aiming for. Was it to be a smart casual affair or were we going “ALL OUT”?
As we were headed into London’s Soho for a meal and some disco dancing (around our Mulberry handbags of course) we all agreed that the stakes were high and our heels should be the same.
So began a week of preparations and preening and practicing my prancing.
OK, I might be exaggerating a little however, I’ve seriously not been out this year (what with one thing and another) so was woefully in need of emergency TLC on various body parts as well as the hunt for my misplaced mojo which has been in hiding along with my hairy legs! Can’t have a night out without your mojo and definitely can’t be wearing a designer frock with matching designer stubble!
I was actually delighted that the girls were getting dressed up as it is in fact one of my very favourite hobbies.
I’m no tom boy that’s for sure. I might like to lift weights like the boys but I definitely like to play "girls world" dress up! Many a Friday night is spent in my bedroom, with a glass of wine, some tunes on, trying on outfits and experimenting with make-up and hair looks! Sad I know but I am my very own self-confessed real life girl’s world head! Hello my name is Cat and I am addicted to make-up!
So I had a very good idea of what I wanted to wear and narrowed it down to a couple of options – racy in red or lovely in lace.
With a big caveat……. that both required me to be BELOW my fighting weight!
They’re both dresses I purchased in my pre Xmas “heartache” weeks and are a size smaller than I would normally wear due to the fact that in November and December I was mostly fueled by caffeine, Nitro FX, red wine and adrenalin and very little solids. More on the Nitro FX another day – that stuff is rocket fuel and the only thing that helped hold me together (apart from my biz partners, friends and family).
Back to the prep.
So my wig needed some attendance.
I’ve not had my hair done since before Xmas which means I’ve gone at least 8 weeks longer than I normally would in between having a snip of the old dry frazzled ends and a touch up on the ginger rooting tooting! As it turns out though, they are no longer ginge. They are in fact a paler stade of grey which means that I pretty much got away with it. So, spurred on by my very own fashion muse (not normally but in this instance very much so), my MOTHER, AKA Beryl or Mummy Bear, I thought I might try and pull off more of a platinum look. I’m also slightly obsessed with Victoria aka @inthefrow so took a picture of her in as my instainspo. If you don't follow her - do! She's gorgeous.
I’ve only ever had highlights up till now but Zak, at Tony and Guy in Brentwood decided that it was time to do a full head bleach and an all over tint so that I could get the angelic blonde white mane that I’ve been hankering after. 5 hours later and all manner of toners and sealant bonds massaged into my itchy scalp, I emerged not quite a platinum like Beryl but definitely a more shiny and icy all over blonde that will do nicely thank you very much. That's Beryl on the left and me when I still had ginger roots.
As Zak confidently told me “you’ll never look back”! Well, let me be the judge of that when my roots start to come through but so far, so delighted!
Next was the turn to sort out my troublesome hormonal skin.
If you’ve been reading my blog, you’ll know that I’m having breakouts on a fairly regular basis. I’m blaming it on being peri-menopausal. I’m using that excuse for pretty much everything though. There’s only one person I trust with my skin and that’s Noorie from Derma Aesthetics in Brentwood. She loves a gossip, she’s gorgeous and she always manages to transform me into a glowing goddess. I have various treatments with her but we decided it was time again for one of her A list red carpet specialities, the Venus Freeze. Again, blogged about this one before but it really is AMAZEBALLS. Do one a day or two before a special event and you really will look younger, more rested, with dewy, vibrant and smooth skin. It’s one of my not so secret secrets.
Toes and Nails
So this is disgusting right but I’m not a fan of feet, even my own, and I don’t like cutting my toe nails! Hence why I have holes in the toes my most regularly worn footwear, my trainers. I’ve also had little wicklows as I call them on the sides of my fingers. When I was very little I used to bite them, till they went sceptic one day, and since then I’ve tried to keep them hydrated instead. Connock Wonder Balm is fab for just that. HOWEVER, all that essential maintenance has gone out of the window this year so my toes and fingers looked like they belonged to a fish filleting wife from the Outer Hebrides and not a marketing specialist from Essex. I booked in to see Liz from Salon of Beauty in Brentwood for some much needed care and attention. We went for a matchy matchy soft baby pink Shellac with a sprinkling of gold and silver glitter. Oh yes, it’s like the Cinderella of Shellac’s! I love it. It’s going strong a week later. Makes me feel very girlie.
Whilst I was there I thought I might as well get the Lashes tinted and straightened too. Yes, there is such a thing. It’s called LVL Lashes and it’s like perming your lashes. The result is longer, darker and more elongated lashes that last for up to 6 weeks and don’t need mascara. Result. You just wake up automatically looking more glamorous which is great when your chap is always going to be 10 years younger than you!
Diet and Exercise
Did I mention that I did about 2 hours exercise a day for most of last week? No? Oh, well yes I did! Pilates, Metafit, Barre, Cardio Jump, Weight Training and daily sun salutations. I also went the whole week, yes that’s 7 days, without sweets or wine. I know. I know. Send me a medal. I deserve it. That's me in my garage working on those lats! That's lats girls, not lattes!
So I was feeling pretty frisky come last Friday and raring to get into one of my frocks.
The jury was out all day – I tried on both outfits but I couldn’t actually zip one of them up unassisted. GUTTED. Then I turned it into a positive and admired my beautiful back muscle (see above)! All taut and toned. Then I wept and howled and thrashed around on the bed again as really, I couldn’t zip the little bugger up!!!
Enter stage right the beloved boo
He has many talents but getting me into my dress is probably one of the best uses of my boyfriend of late. WHOO HOO! We were zipped up and ready for action. What the hell that I couldn’t breathe. It’s over-rated right? The main thing is, that the racy lacy number I finally went for both looked and made me feel like a million-dollar baby. It’s from my absolute favourite label right now, Self Portrait.
I love it. It’s sexy and demure all at the same time. Just the kind of look I love. I teemed it with a pair of wannabee Valentino Rockstud heels and I was ready to PART-EEEEE.
Woke up the next morning with a migraine and the skin-dentations of the too tight lace around my traps. You could literally see and trace the design of the lace on my body for about 48 hours after I’d de frocked!
What a time to be alive!!!
Fabulous night. Fabulous Friends. Fun and Frolics.
Can’t wait to do it all again with another set of my FFF’s this weekend.