#22 I should not paint my hair white
Costume parties are fun. At home. While travelling, sometimes less so.
Back home, outfits are well-planned, thoughtfully executed and usually shed before the witching hour.
Costumes on the run, when you are travelling, are more complicated.
What to wear?
Such was my quandary when visiting a friend in Sydney.
The taxi was fast approaching and 'Plan A' to spray my hair with temporary white colour had resulted in my having a consumptive, sickly appearance covered in what looked like dead skin.
Drastic action was required.
I disappeared into the workshop and came back with a more permanent solution.
Logic said no.
But the six dirty martinis screamed yes.
I bent over a drop sheet and painted my head white.
And then just for good measure, sprinkled a small fortune in glitter all over my head.
The next day it did not seem like such a good idea.
Three weeks later, even less so.