I'm going to a massive wedding this Saturday where the bride and groom have flown off to Japan to do yet another gorgeous photo shoot. It's a wedding where it reads "strictly formal" on the five-million piece invitation that got hand delivered to me and it's a wedding where some 600+ guests are going to include politicians and business elite who will be decked out in their very finest and looking absolutely picture perfect.
No pressure.
I'm wearing the dress I bought for New Year's Eve. It cost me $20.
I'm wearing Valentino high heels I bought from Greenhills and, if you knew Greenhills, aka bargain central and the land of fabulous fakes, you'd know my shoes really aren't real Valentinos.
My purse is a cute clutch bag I picked up a year ago at H&M and I'm either going to go for a pale pink lip or a loud, hot pink lip because, well, I only own two lip glosses.
I don't know what I'll do for my eye make-up because beyond mascara and the occasional cat eye line I do with liquid eyeliner that never seems to last long before I accidentally smudge it off, I really don't wear anything on my eyes. Nor do I really know how to do eye make-up.
I don't even know how I'll do my hair. I wanted to put it in wild, out-of-control curls but I have no curling iron here so that's a bit of a problem.
What I do know is that I will definitely be out-dressed but I won't be out-haired.
Not such a word, thanks genious, I know that.
I'm going to show up at this beautiful wedding with beautiful pink hair. I'm going to be a real original. I'm going to be the only one with pink hair. So that's what I did today, after boxing, I headed off to BGC and got my hair cut and dyed pink. It looks fabulous.
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