QUEENS
No, not the area in &&& NY?, but Queens, as in Beauty Queens. During my research into the ^0m dollar beauty industry, I though it may be good to enquire into a beauty pageant, maybe try to photograph it .... I didn’t actually think for one second that I’d get into the competition!
I had preparation do to! I needed outfits, three, one for ‘a day at the races’, ‘fancy dress’ and ‘ball gowns’, luckily for me the ‘beachwear’ was scrapped this year! I had to walk round my flat, and even occasionally out in public in heals, so I wouldn’t fall on the day, I needed to practice makeup, and shopping! How was I to put an outfit together for this, never mind three? Assistance was clearly required, so with my Mum as clueless as me in such events, I got a very glamorous friend, Mandy, to help me, and what a great job she did, proving with the right clothes, you can ‘polish a terd’! ... Maybe literally for my fancy dress outfit!
‘A day at the Races’, I’m a geek, I wont lie, and putting something fancy and feather covered on my head makes little sense, but with the help of RoRoCouture, I was made to. A rubix cube fascinator, perfect, and this went perfectly with a dress from FrenchConnection, some bright green shoes, white necklace, red bracelet and rubix cube bag ... I was to walk out like a rainbow, never one for the conventional, this suited me.
‘Fancy Dress’, I had this one mostly down, it just needed fine tuning. Cataphile! Ideal! No heals, messy hair, scruffy/dirty vlothes, I couldn’t make myself feel more at home oin the catwalk if I tried. So, I was to walk in waders (not washed since the last sewer), bright red tights, shorts, garlick braclet (sorry for the stereotyping ), stripey top, red neckachief, camera in hand, and a headtorch on my head. What could possibly go wrong .... for a start, dispite the obvious clues, no one guessed what I was, oops!
‘Ball gown’, this was to be the most difficult one, requiring the most shopping assistance, but Mandi did me more that proud! What goes with pastey ginger, not much, so lets go with minimal colour! Black and white, and then a little pink for a dash of colour.
So, more nearvousthat sitting in a plane I’m about to jump out of, I got my stuff together (I had help in decideing what to wear, I wont lie) and set off to the Miss. Durham competition. Expecting to stand out like a sore thumb, to be the tocken ginger, the only one in a dress that didn’t puff out like tent connected at the waist, to feel uncomfortable, maybe even bullied by all the glamerous women ... how wrong could I be!
Firstly, I can’t fault any one for doing anything like this, the adrenalyn rush was incredible, and the people I met were incredible, for skelington bob athletes, to life saves, as well as being the most beautiful and gentle women I’d ever met, it was an honour to walk on stage with them, even if I was coverent in Londons freshest, I’m sure Baselget himself would loved it. Not only did I get in out of seven hundred applicants, I even got into the top ten! I think when asked ‘Why did you climb the Angel of the North Lucinda?’ the answer: ‘To sit on the wings of an angel of course’, is what won.
And now, after a few phone calls of persuasion, and a little non-assisted shopping, I am ready for this years round!
I had preparation do to! I needed outfits, three, one for ‘a day at the races’, ‘fancy dress’ and ‘ball gowns’, luckily for me the ‘beachwear’ was scrapped this year! I had to walk round my flat, and even occasionally out in public in heals, so I wouldn’t fall on the day, I needed to practice makeup, and shopping! How was I to put an outfit together for this, never mind three? Assistance was clearly required, so with my Mum as clueless as me in such events, I got a very glamorous friend, Mandy, to help me, and what a great job she did, proving with the right clothes, you can ‘polish a terd’! ... Maybe literally for my fancy dress outfit!
‘A day at the Races’, I’m a geek, I wont lie, and putting something fancy and feather covered on my head makes little sense, but with the help of RoRoCouture, I was made to. A rubix cube fascinator, perfect, and this went perfectly with a dress from FrenchConnection, some bright green shoes, white necklace, red bracelet and rubix cube bag ... I was to walk out like a rainbow, never one for the conventional, this suited me.
‘Fancy Dress’, I had this one mostly down, it just needed fine tuning. Cataphile! Ideal! No heals, messy hair, scruffy/dirty vlothes, I couldn’t make myself feel more at home oin the catwalk if I tried. So, I was to walk in waders (not washed since the last sewer), bright red tights, shorts, garlick braclet (sorry for the stereotyping ), stripey top, red neckachief, camera in hand, and a headtorch on my head. What could possibly go wrong .... for a start, dispite the obvious clues, no one guessed what I was, oops!
‘Ball gown’, this was to be the most difficult one, requiring the most shopping assistance, but Mandi did me more that proud! What goes with pastey ginger, not much, so lets go with minimal colour! Black and white, and then a little pink for a dash of colour.
So, more nearvousthat sitting in a plane I’m about to jump out of, I got my stuff together (I had help in decideing what to wear, I wont lie) and set off to the Miss. Durham competition. Expecting to stand out like a sore thumb, to be the tocken ginger, the only one in a dress that didn’t puff out like tent connected at the waist, to feel uncomfortable, maybe even bullied by all the glamerous women ... how wrong could I be!
Firstly, I can’t fault any one for doing anything like this, the adrenalyn rush was incredible, and the people I met were incredible, for skelington bob athletes, to life saves, as well as being the most beautiful and gentle women I’d ever met, it was an honour to walk on stage with them, even if I was coverent in Londons freshest, I’m sure Baselget himself would loved it. Not only did I get in out of seven hundred applicants, I even got into the top ten! I think when asked ‘Why did you climb the Angel of the North Lucinda?’ the answer: ‘To sit on the wings of an angel of course’, is what won.
And now, after a few phone calls of persuasion, and a little non-assisted shopping, I am ready for this years round!