Until last year I always said that there was only one day in
the year when I would wear black - 31st October!
OK, so I know some of you hate it, but I adore Halloween and
always dress up the house with
spooky cobwebs, ghosts and witches galore. Yes, I do go out trick or treating
with the kids! So last year it was out
with the black lace, high black boots, hat and raven curls, lots of black
eyeliner and a dramatic carmine lipstick.
But alas, no glamorous witch awaited me in the mirror, just an incredibly raddled old
crone! I was so shocked. Then I
realised; this is the
magic of colour.
I am used to my Spring colours making me appear ten years
younger, but hadn’t realised that the Winter colours of Halloween would make me
look fifteen years older. What’s more, those fifteen years have not been kind
ones!
So, this year the witch has been relegated to the back of
the fancy dress cupboard. Dramatic witch
be blowed; I’m going as a cute and pretty pumpkin in my double-star tangerine!
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