So, Rockahula was Hula-dooper! It's been a week of firsts for me. Just like I'd never been to Nina's I had also never been to Bloomsbury Bowls. It's a great venue, boasting a bowling alley, diner, kareoke rooms and a dance floor. Here's a snap of the diner...
|I had a hot dog a fries... it was yummy!|
As for the outfit, I suddenly remembered I had a late '40s dress that was falling apart in my mending basket. The sleeves were so sweet, 3/4 length with tucks at the elbow, however, they were shattering with age and rather large holes were all over them that I couldn't fix for trying. So I cut them off (eek!) I tried to emulate a Marilyn Monroe-esque "Seven Year Itch" halter dress look (except the dress is a wrap over with flowers all over it.) My hair post Nina's had dropped out into lovely curls and waves, I did try faux bangs (thanks Landgirl) but couldn't master it, so I swept over to one side to try to get some height (like Marilyn again). It unfortunately flopped a little by the time I got to the venue though.
|The dress I massacred in the name of '50s!|
For slap I painted on cats eyes with liquid eyeliner and had red lips and nails. Here's me and my gorgeous friend Emily, who looked stunning in polka dots and a smile.
It was my friends Heidi's birthday, who went to "The Powder Room" in Carnaby Street to have her hair coiffured into a beehive. She looked utterly stunning and her legs looked cracking in a white mini dress.
|The lovley Birthday Girl|
I had one problem though. I did say as it was a 50s night I'd try to do it properly, so I donned a bullet bra. It's from "What Katie Did" and is sooo comfy and flattering. The bra seperates and lifts to create that '50s look. The thing is, because it changed the shape of my (coughs) assets they became the first thing folk noticed. Here are two lovely chaps I met who were entertained by my prominent decollotage.
|Rob and Guiluame. Notice Rob's expression, that's what a bullet bra can do ladies... go buy one!|
|Give us a kiss!|