Happy Halloween!

Is anyone as shocked as I am that it’s November already? Pretty sure that it was only last week all us Londoners were complaining of having to suffer through a soggy August. But now that it is November it means Halloween has come and gone. Usually I don’t give two figs about it (this particular Americanism has yet to really make an impact) but when I had the chance to celebrate Halloween with a Rshape class at 1Rebel followed by face painting, hair braiding, food and drink, I took it.

I will talk about the Reshape class at a later date (as well as their Rounds class which I recently survived) because they deserve their own post. This is all about the after party.

First things first – my face. how epic was that make up? My costume and theme for the night was a dead doctor. I was in torn and bloody scrubs and wanted to look like a skull. However when I had the chance of only having half my face down I liked the idea more than having a full face of face paint. There is something far creepier about having half a face look normal.

I loved the finished look. And then it was my hair. I have no idea how the hair of a dead doctor should look, probably wild and free and full of back combing. However I wanted to to dance the night away and had no desire to worry about my hair all evening. So I had it braided in a Dutch braid (think of a French plait inside out) and left it at that.

So yes, it doesn’t look very scary but it looked very, very cool and I was very happy with that. Also from the back it looks as if I have more metal in my ears than flesh. It also makes me want to do some more earring shopping.

I didn’t stay for long at 1Rebel: there was a party I needed to go to and it had my name on it. The reason I dressed as a dead doctor was that I was going to a party full of doctors and thought it would be hilarious to be the only non-doctor dressed as a doctor.¬†Sadly not many people got it. I spent a lot of evening explaining the irony¬†of my costume. They all thought I’d just come from work and hadn’t had time to change (the blood and torn clothing phased no one).

It was a fun night, a really fun night, and also the first night I used an Uber to get home. I was surrounded by people using words and phrases like ‘don’t get an exec’ and ‘invite me so we’ll split the fee’ and not understanding what they meant.

I hope you all had a brilliant weekend too (whether you dressed up for Halloween or not).

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