When you get invited to a Gay Wedding Cabaret and Topiary Festival, you take it seriously. Particularly when the invite says Think shiny! Think glamour! Think slink!
So Melle and I went slink shopping tonight and we found a sequined sheath in one store that could have been spectacular, given that my bra would be hanging out and the girls could have been nested in something shiny and red. There was also a top that could have been “Chinois” if it weren’t sparkly silver polyester. It was really the motherload at that store – including hot pink 70′s beauty queen, crinoline polka dots AND ultramarine blue rouching and rhinestones and asymmetrical hem.
At the next store, however, I almost blinded myself on a silver mirror-sequin number when I picked it up to look at it and it reflected off the overhead lights. Would be an excellent garmet to take to the desert island if rescue was on your mind, and I would have bought it – seriously, silver. sequins. BUT then Melle found the one. Now I can’t describe the one, because the brides may be reading this and you shouldn’t know about the guests’ slinkage before the wedding, or something like that.
All I’ll tell you is that is rawks. In every way possible. And it requires really big hair.