Here was an opportunity, a party…a real live party without ties! At three minutes notice today Husband decided that he was London bound and that I was to go alone to a neighbour’s drinks party tonight. That was fine, I can do that I thought, I am still able to walk and talk, so where’s the problem? Well there wasn’t one until I realised that I had nothing to wear. I am a woman after all and at whatever age is it not true that one never has anything to wear? So, in order to put off the inevitable the rebel in me waited until the babysitter arrived at 7.30pm to decide on an outfit at which point I got into a bath, soaked myself, washed and conditioned my hair, got out and said “Shit, what am I going to wear?”. I find that an outfit choice is easiest made for me as late as possible, mainly because there’s just not enough time to mess around trying ninety five different pairs of the same jeans and a couple of dresses on. This rather haphazard way of preparing for a party may not achieve the best results but will undoubtedly be the comfiest and of course the late choice option puts aside weeks of uneccessary drama worrying about what to wear to an upcoming shindig. It works for me and I have never had a problem getting noticed, actually come to think of it that’s probably being pitied…… not “noticed”!
I arrived at the party to find that instead of the eighty people I had expected there were fifteen guests which was a surprise but a nice one as all of them were delightful and we chatted well into the night, it seems that another one of my party problems is that I’m always a little apprehensive about going in the first place and then I don’t want to leave at the end; In the old days I was always the one in the kitchen, smoking Gauloises, drinking Kumel, and snogging someone inappropriate. Last time I did that I left an “inappropriate snog victim” naked on his sitting room floor and ran home with no shoes on at 3am; I avoided this man like the plague for months but then he turned up at the wedding of a family friend which I was attending with my parents, oh! the shame of it all, not easy to hide when one’s parents insist on a cozy catch up.
Anyway this morning I feel up……….. and ready to go back to bed!
Ellie x
P.S Had the yummiest homemade canapes last night, my favourite was the smoked makerel wizzed up with creme fraiche on top of ready bought croutons….delicious!