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Dec. 31st, 2011 02:52 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hathycolI am going to a Seventies party tonight, and I just realised that I failed to buy Twiglets for it. I am genuinely horrified at myself, but at the same time I have no inclination to leave the house again until I actually, you know, leave it. That said I wasn't even going to take Twiglets until I re-watched The Supersizers Do The Seventies so there we go.
Anyway. The party is also fancy dress. Despite having a frankly nifty Romana-In-City-Of-Death outfit (LEGIT SEVETIES OUTFIT, you don't want to know how long it takes to make the hat sit perpendicular to the ground upon my bumpy noggin) this is a party where the biggest other nerd is basically Richie so I don't want to be She Who Turns Up Like A Schoolgirl. I have instead rooted through my personal past and worryingly was able to put together a complete punk outfit in less than a minute. Who's laughing at me now for keeping hold of the spiked dog collar from my goth days which were oh god ten years ago now? I also have an actual vintage shirt that Dad gave me donkey's years ago, one of the West German army ones that never seem to go out of style. Some mad make-up and hair and I'm set.
It's a bit weird, actually going out for New Year's Eve. Normally I stay in and watch Hootenanny, but this year I will actually be putting on clothes and everything. It should be fun, although it does necessitate another night staying at my parent's house, where my sister is babysitting Tiny Wee Amelia who is probably not that tiny anymore but still.
Happy New Year, everyone. I hope that 2012 treats you all well.
Anyway. The party is also fancy dress. Despite having a frankly nifty Romana-In-City-Of-Death outfit (LEGIT SEVETIES OUTFIT, you don't want to know how long it takes to make the hat sit perpendicular to the ground upon my bumpy noggin) this is a party where the biggest other nerd is basically Richie so I don't want to be She Who Turns Up Like A Schoolgirl. I have instead rooted through my personal past and worryingly was able to put together a complete punk outfit in less than a minute. Who's laughing at me now for keeping hold of the spiked dog collar from my goth days which were oh god ten years ago now? I also have an actual vintage shirt that Dad gave me donkey's years ago, one of the West German army ones that never seem to go out of style. Some mad make-up and hair and I'm set.
It's a bit weird, actually going out for New Year's Eve. Normally I stay in and watch Hootenanny, but this year I will actually be putting on clothes and everything. It should be fun, although it does necessitate another night staying at my parent's house, where my sister is babysitting Tiny Wee Amelia who is probably not that tiny anymore but still.
Happy New Year, everyone. I hope that 2012 treats you all well.
