Because the birthday girl is a fun, on trend, fashion blogger, her theme was neon.
I have not worn neon since the 80's, but I am always up for a challenge.
Mr BC and I where matching - boots, jeans, white shirts, hi res visi vests, hardhats and fake mustaches.
Hello, neon theme?
NAILED IT
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| It's a-me, Mrs-a BC! |
The party was heaps of fun, and everyone had a blast. Our outfits where comfortable and appropriate (winning!), but I'm just not interested in having a mustache again. Here is why.
- First up, I'm a girl, duh! Unless menopause hits me with some serious hormonal issues, I don't think I will be growing a real lip caterpillar of this caliber. Well, maybe not on my top lip, I've heard menopause can be fairly brutal.
- It was very strange wearing a mustache, it was hard to eat or drink anything because the 'stache is constantly in the way. Seriously, I don't know how people do it. Luckily I had a straw for my lemon ruski.
- You wouldn't think so, but it hides your face almost completely, which makes it very hard to communicate. I was wondering why no one was reacting to anything I said, and it was because I virtually had no facial expressions whatsoever - I was just a mo and a hat. I really wanted to be inappropriate with it and ask people if they wanted a ride on my mustache, but I was worried they might not have got the joke and thought I was being serious.
- Oh my god it is so hot! Not in a porn star I'm here to clean your pool way, but in a sauna on your top lip way. Sweaty and sticky. Gross!
- Honestly, I just don't think they suit me. I was hoping to look like a sleazy pimp but I just looked like a street sweeper, without the broom and dustbin.
The mustache fell off after a while, thankfully, but many people where keen to have a turn. It became eyebrows, a beard, and eventually a small toupee for a miner. The last time I saw it, it was enhancing a karaoke number under a gold sparkly cowboy hat.
Farewell, hairy friend.
xx
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