Saturday the 17th of October was my fourth Blitz party - and they just keep getting better and better.
In the past I've booked tickets for this event as soon as they're released, and a good thing too as it's often completely sold-out by the night itself. This time though, I had decided not to go. Things have been a bit tough lately and I was firmly resolved that all I wanted to do was crawl under the duvet and sleep for a hundred years. In the end though, the siren call of the Blitz sirens was one that I could not resist.
Enlisting Cara, my old partner in crime, we snapped up some last minute tickets and set about planning our outfits. So far I've attended as a sort of home-made WAF, a 40s nurse (literally home-made, putting my newly acquired sewing machines to good use), but have never gone in Civvys. However, with my grand master plan of world domination (or failing that, a bit of pocket money) through hand-made hats led me to think that I should be seen out and about sporting some of my creations, if I'm ever going to persuade people that they would also like to perch them atop their heads.
My "Little Red Robin Hood" hat looked even more fabulous than usual against Cara's pale hair. I wrapped up in my furs and feathers, we donned our red lipstick, my seamed stockings and Cara's truly authentic eyeliner lined legs, and set out into the night.
As usual the event was packed, the drinks expensive, the music fabulous. Everywhere you looked were people of above average looks, wonderfully turned out. So many gorgeous gals in tea-dresses and victory-rolls! So many men in smartly pressed uniform and shined shoes, garrison caps at rakish angles. Myself having recently joined the ranks of the spurned and cast-off, and this being my first Blitz party footloose and fancy free, and must say I quite enjoyed the view!
Music provided by the gorgeously exotic Twin and Tonic, and the toe-tapping Ta Mer.
