With only 48 hours’ notice, it’s a good job I’d treated myself to a new dress in the sales (and with employee discount on top – can’t knock that!) that I’ve been dying to wear, and that my best friend is an incredible make-up artist because I’m far too excited-nervous to be able to draw eyeliner on straight.
Jas and I both had today off work – a miracle really, when Saturdays off in retail are rarer than unicorns – and she spent the whole day (or it feels like it) helping me get ready for the concert tonight.
Honestly, I’m not sure she wasn’t as worked up about it as me by the time I left the house.
Though I have to say, I do look and feel pretty amazing tonight. The dress is a curve-skimming wrap in a peacockish swirl of teal, cobalt and violet that I’ve paired with my black knee-length boots, but currently have covered by my coat as I walk the mile or so from our house through Greenwich.
Jas has somehow managed to tame my red riot of hair into an elegant but relaxed half-up do that leaves some curls framing my face, and the look she’s applied to my eyes makes them look enormous and really pops the green. Sometimes I wish my eyes weren’t such a striking colour because they do tend to make people stare, but tonight I’m a little bit mesmerised by my own reflection too.
The concert is taking...