I made myself late for work this morning because I spent an inordinately long time on my hair and eyebrows but man it was worth it. I have felt like Miss Audrey Hepburn herself all day!
A sudden, uncompromising urge for me to use my bun ring and use it properly had taken hold. It was my best attempt at a messy bun yet:
I find it bizarre that a messy hairstyle is sometimes the hardest to achieve. Firstly there’s the problem of quantifying ‘messy’. I mean, it can’t be a birds nest, and it can’t be lop-sided, but it can’t be neat or perfectly central. I can never find quite the right level of messy. This is a theme that runs throughout my entire life, don’t get me wrong though… I’ve never nailed neat and tidy in that area either!
Once I had fixed a slightly imperfect messy bun and drawn my eyebrows on, it was time for the dress. I bought this from the Swindon designer outlet. I fell in love with it on the hanger, and as the shop didn’t have a changing room I just had to trust that it would fit.
I’m always worried that my favourite items are going to be ruined by a full length photograph, but I think I’ve got away with this one, although my boobs do look like one is in the UK and one is in the US, i.e. on separate continents and moving further away from each other. My limbs are also a strange luminous blue.
However, for the most part this doesn’t matter because it was so cold today that I kept my coat and scarf on for pretty much the entire day:
This leads me to my post title, I needed to be out of the flat this evening, so I took myself out for a hot chocolate. Wandering along the sea front at Aberdeen, I passed Jimmy Chungs, TGI Fridays and Chiquito’s when finally I came upon Frankie and Benny’s. The old school music, the retro decor, it was perfect for my ‘Breakfast at Tiffany’s’, and by that I mean pre 5 o’clock food at Frankie and Benny’s.
I walked in the door, all 4″ heels, big black sunglasses and huge bun on my head, swished my singlasses off my face and asked confidently for a table for one. Stand aside Audrey, Megan is coming through (though liable to trip up and land on my croissant at any second, shattering the illusion). I had only wanted to have a hot drink but I was seduced by a cheese stuffed crust calzone which means I’m also going to have to escort myself to the gym, leading to a very un-Audrey-like evening in Lycra, however I will treat myself to a sauna in an attempt to reclaim the glamour.
Unfortunately I didn’t have a tip for the very helpful waiter so instead I sacrificed some of my favourite lipstick.