Tapestries and Fake Tan

Day out with Mum to see the Great Tapestry of Scotland again this time for a proper look see. Hope they get to tour the length and breadth of Scotland and I'm glad I'll be able to tell the young things when I'm old that I saw them when they first toured and saw the stitchers make a panel.

On to the evening and I went to a make up party at Wendy's house which is always a bit bizarre for me as I don't wear make up, not for any sanctimonious reason, or that I wouldn't benefit from it, it's just that I am officially Crap at the Slap. Any attempt by my own ageing hand makes me look even more like a poor impression of Dame Edna. But I caved in and let the lady "slap me up" last. After some yapping, a few glasses of wine and a lift home from the effortlessly glamorous Kim, I fell asleep with said slap on, apparently this amounts to a big no no in the world of high maintenance glamour. I woke up with a fright wig (do not adjust your eyes, it's my actual hair), panda smudge eyes and smeared droopy face. Nice. Echoes of my teenage hangovers when my face was merely an accessory to the siouxsie sioux eyeliner.