Ouch! That Hurts!

Ouch! That hurts! Is it, dear friends, the amount of truly terrible dresses on the (still going) film awards season red carpet? The seeming inability of me (four events in the last two weeks) to get to grips with the 2014 Dress Code (more of that later). Or, the root extraction that I had yesterday and the throbbing pain the dentist said I "might have"?

Well, this year is off to a fine start. I can't watch Fashion Police any more! Well, I can, but mostly from behind the couch. Joan Rivers impersonating Danny La Rue (he understood glamour). She can't get past vulgar and their ideas... don't get me started. Suffice to say she voted Beyonce better dressed at the Grammys than Taylor Swift! I ask you - I was speechless. Google it and see what you think. Awards are all about dress codes, so why am I in such pain?

When it says cocktails, it means cocktails and suitable attire for same. My first event, I even phoned my hostess, "What to wear?" She was wearing a cocktail dress so I thought I would. Yes - it was in an art gallery, but so what? So I donned a very stylish black dress, wore my new (I love them) lime-green/yellow velvet Dior high shoes, bare legs (of course) and a short, black mink jacket. Yes, some, maybe a handful, wore cocktail. The rest, my dear friends, wore jeans and such. Oh, why bother?! So sad.

For the next event I wore my new very wide trousers and a pretty blouse. Same shoes. There were more skinny jeans than I think Selfreidges jeans department own. I could go on, but I won't. Suffice to say Thank Goodness - what I really wanted to wear (my new spring outfit) I've put on twice in my dressing room and then taken off. I've seen no one wear anything near spring colours. And I hate having something new and not being able to wear it. I promise myself now February is here and Spring is around the corner I'll wear it soon.

And my tooth. Well, the painkillers are helping and it will wear off. So I suppose will my fear of getting it wrong (actually, as I write this, I think I was right and they were all wrong) see - now I feel better! There is hope and light at the end of the tunnel.

If only it would stop raining...

Happy Dressing!