Tonight I decided to try out my party dress... It has a brown net petticoat and rustles like something out of the eighteenth century. Last time I wore this dress I drank a bit too much and vaguely remember embarrassing myself... This time I wear it I shall be demure, quiet and sober. Possibly.
In the meantime I am imagining myself a flamenco dancer: elbows, castanets and wild, wild music.