I am delighted to announce that Bad Taste Xmas 2012 was a resounding success, one which I would love to repeat if only to not have to worry about looking good on Xmas Day! Boy I really did look bad!! I think I won first prize to be honest although good effort was made by the family (except super poorly Thing 1 and Thing 2 who could not get beyond pjs and pants, respectively-I can let them off I think!) My fabulous outfit was a cracking Ebay find where I managed to singlehandedly upset the seller by telling them it was for a bad taste party-turns out it was her sexiest outfit of the 80's...strange-it didn't seem to work its sexy magic on me but in the end we had a nice bit of banter about it and she has asked me to post her a photo of moi, resplendent in peach!
It really is something to behold. I shine brighter than any guiding star! This outfit seems to have all the possible 80's disasters in one place-boxy big shoulders, brocade, pleats, a confusing and wrong mixture of fabrics, one colour overkill, tie at the waist with mullet style back, ski pant foot hoops and useless zip on elasticated waist! Teamed with some mint green barlow specs, a vast quantity of 80's curls, some blue shiny eye shadow on a cement layer of the wrong coloured foundation and I was ready to rock! Beautifully hideous! Like the giant peach gone wrong! :o)
My Mum proudly wore a fishnet and open toed shoe combo with clashing layers. My Sister wore a hideously colourful and sheer tunic with fro thrown in for good measure and her children represented One Direction (ticks the bad taste box for me but seemingly not all women my age!) and the local Doctor (useful given the level of illness on the day!) The Ex wore a bad shirt which was sadly covered by a not so bad jumper complete with holes. Still he managed to make it look grim!
You may notice someone trying to sneak in to my frame! Ophelia did us proud in the bad taste stakes with metallic blue leggings and a nasty nasty polyester blue frilly necked number but she ruined it all by adding in a rather too tasteful vintage shaggy coat which put her straight in to 70's Carnaby Street!
The piece de resistance would have to be the bad taste yule log cake-complete with chocolate turd, deer and robin! -perhaps a step too far for some but I have at least discovered that I am quite skilled in the art of making fake faeces-one for the CV surely!
And so, to next year...perhaps bad taste will rear its ugly head once more...there are certainly a million and one ideas unused and just today I have discovered in Bedford the perfect charity shop for bad taste central! I am having to resist! But for how long I wonder!
Happy New Year to one and all. I leave you with a slideshow of all good and bad! Sit back, rest your slippered feet, sip on your glass of Blue Nun and enjoy!xxx