Getting Made up!

So there I was at a family function and saw my brother walking right past me and asking a cousin where I was.

The cousin said why she is here. Brother looked at me startled and said hi and had a chat and went off. Poor B he must be losing his eye sight thought I. In a growing wiser moment i was wondering how we are going to find him a bride with the eyesight going too.

Later this week the pics were up in face book. So i was looking at the cousins and there was a woman i did not quite recognise. Why on earth have they tagged me as her. Whats happening with the world i wondered. After two whole minutes i realised all the picture of the woman were tagged as me. Holy Cow it was me. Damn damn i was made up to the nines that i could not recognise myself. I looked like a prize cow. Ok ok not a cow should not put myself down. I had a ridiculous amount of make up on, like the whole salons worth of face powder on me.

Then i realised in the hurry of getting ready i had taken off my contacts and gone tp the salon got myself made up. Checked it in bad lighting with no lens. Decided i looked a right babe (but om true sense blown it by looking like jojo the clown). Paid money for this crap. Never in my life am i going to get made up at a salon again!

By the way trust me when your cousins say oh u look great with that fake smile dont trust them. Always check the mirror befor u step out with your glasses on.

Social Butterfly

Well for anyone who thinks that I am one, well sorry to disappoint you I aint one but had the opportunity to attend ones party. Arrived at the venue with a couple of friends. We were clueless with what the protocol was or whatever (this was the first time we were invited so there goes…). Anyways sat down took a coke to look important. Had a tremendous laugh looking at the butterflies. Boy did they come in the dozens.

If anyone thinks I am a jealous cow, sorry I am not. I wanted to see what it was all about. It was all about the best clothes and the Gucci sunglasses (not the fake ones from House of fashions) n lot of bling clothes. That was unnecessarily catty, some of them were very simple and normal. All of them of course knew each other and just glanced at us wondering possibly if any competition was coming up.

So these gangs of people I suppose always get invited and photographed together and comment on each others clothes. Being a Fashionista must be a load of work what with the forty/fifty/ sixty year olds flaunting a twenty year old body with the latest in clothes. They probably cant repeat their outfits either n their jewellery. I clearly was out of place with no jewellery but with clothes on which were comfortable. Clearly the clothes of Fashionista have to be not comfy and tight so u are straight as a rod and you have to keep your sunglasses on even inside a room. I am all hands up for the uncomfortable shoes cause I wear shoes like that too. I love shoes so fashionistas have got that right. Air kissing is such a no no. If it’s a good friend I would really go and hug her/ him if I am happy to see them not kiss the air so that my make up does not come off ……

The climax of all this was the buffet which was fashionably late. Fashionistas clearly do not eat and catering was done with them in mind with a load of celery sticks, carrots, and cucumber. We ate all the carb filled stuff that the others would not even look at...

Good fun was had by all.


Social Butterfly – Someone who is always in the Hi Magasine Pictures / Fashionista