I came home to eight of them on Friday. The package finally arrived. With that famous look of utter disbelief, even without saying the words, I knew what my mum was thinking: “What on earth have you ordered now?” Fear not mother for this time I need the wigs. They’re for Faye’s hen do in Amsterdam. One of my maid of honour duties is to order wigs off some website called Party Wonderland as part of the Moulin Rouge/ burlesque theme. White for the Hen and red for the... are the girls the chicks? Let’s go with that. Completing the look will be fishnets and tutus. I’m sure most of you will be happy to see the photos when they come out!
Knowing my luck my head will be too big for the wig or I’ll end up losing mine somewhere on the Red Light District. Even more frightening is that I end up being the only one out of the group who gets mistaken for someone who works the Red Light District. Honestly my biggest worry is that I will forget the wigs on the day we fly to Amsterdam. I can just see it now. I’ll be up in the air sipping an overpriced white wine spritzer and it will hit me tenfold – uh oh the wigs are back home in dazzling Stockport. Note to self: reminder in diary, post it notes on every wall and door and PUT THE WIGS IN THE SUITCASE!
On another note I was in Tescos today and came across the DVD bargain bucket. On top of the pile were, no joke, 27 Dresses and Made of Honour. If Muriel’s Wedding was there too, it would have been official: 2010, tis the year of weddings. I unashamedly bought Made of Honour because I, myself, will be one in less than three months and it would be nice to get some tips. Oh who am I kidding? Clearly it’s an excuse to watch the insanely handsome Patrick Dempsey. A single girl can still look and dream without any guilt or apology.
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