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I love fancy dress parties.I don’t know why. Perhaps it’s the escapism involved. Happy enough as I am in my own skin, donning a cowboy hat makes me extremely suggestible to reciting Clint Eastwood monologues; just as putting on a King’s crown will temporarily bestow upon me a clipped British accent and a penchant for drinking tea. Everybody has a small exhibitionist streak in them - I just happen to have several layers.
Most people wait until false eyelashes and sexy tights. The costume attracted plenty of attention, though not always the positive kind! I also had to pay the costume shop to replace the tiara that I misplaced in my inebriated state - female costumes seem to have far too many accessories that are easy to lose.
As something of a fancy dress aficionado, there are obviously certain costumes I prefer to others. Period costumes are uncomfortable, and can often involve an itchy fake moustache, which generally requires constant correcting as the glue on your upper lip melts away.
There’s nothing quite like a bit of a dress-up!