I’m not the most glamorous of people. I’m not one of those women who spend two hours in the morning doing their hair. To be honest if I’ve got to choose between straight hair or extra sleep, I’m going to choose the sleep every time! I can’t even say that I’m hugely worried about co-ordinating my day’s outfit with my shoes, in fact as I write this it’s entirely possible that I’m wearing odd socks. I can’t remember how awake I was at that particular juncture of getting dressed this morning. But every now and again it’s nice to make an effort. Sometimes it’s even expected. You really can’t roll up to a swanky restaurant in flip-flops – or to a job interview in hotpants and a bright pink bra (well, I suppose that depends on what the job is, but anyway, I digress). Where was I, ah, yes: When was the last time you got dolled up? I’m not talking just a little smarter than usual, I’m talking, seriously spangly, gorgeously glamorous, and fantastically fine – so dolled up that you start singing ‘I see you baby. . .’ in your head, of course.
Well, at the weekend, that was me (and it was more like ‘hey ya’ instead of ‘I see ya’). It was my sister’s 30th birthday, and to celebrate she threw a party! Not just a run of the mill party either, the invite specifically stated that, ‘evening dress is required’ So, it was time to dust off my glad rags, and get myself to the hairdresser! How exciting?! I don’t know about you, but there’s something very special about wearing a party frock and some sparkly heals. It’s almost like it changes you somehow, you suddenly become a little bit more smiley and life somehow becomes a little bit more exciting.
Do you know what? I LOVE parties! I love the dressing up, I love the finger food (especially if there happen to be little, biddy chocolate eclairs) but most of all I love to dance. I can think of nothing better than having a real good, ‘my feet are aching but I don’t care’ boogie on down!
Oh yeah. Bring it on! Let’s dance the night away and go to bed with our feet covered in plasters. That’s a night out! There’s just something about letting your hair down and really going for it on the dance floor that is so liberating. There aren’t many places that you can openly wield your air guitar, or slide along on your knees (ask the editor about that one), or jump up and down, but a dance floor, with music playing, is certainly one of them! We had an awesome time, the music was loud, and the dance floor was small. The people were great, and we didn’t stop till the DJ pulled the plug, in the wee small hours.
I came away from Lydia’s party with very tired feet but a happy heart and also it left me thinking about heaven. I reckon heaven will be like a party – a heart-happy, hallelujah party! It’s going to be great. There’s going to be great music, the most amazing singers you could imagine, the most amazing company you could wish for, the most awesome and fulfilling food your current taste buds couldn’t even cope with. And you know what? You’ll even get the most amazing new clothes – made by God himself! Who could wish for a better designer label than that!
We’re going to be made sparkly and new, ready to party on down with God.
I hope to see you there – meet me on the dance floor!
I’m not the most glamorous of people. I’m not one of those women who spend two hours in the morning doing their hair. To be honest if I’ve got to choose between straight hair or extra sleep, I’m going to choose the sleep every time! I can’t even say that I’m hugely worried about co-ordinating my day’s outfit with my shoes, in fact as I write this it’s entirely possible that I’m wearing odd socks. I can’t remember how awake I was at that particular juncture of getting dressed this morning. But every now and again it’s nice to make an effort. Sometimes it’s even expected. You really can’t roll up to a swanky restaurant in flip-flops – or to a job interview in hotpants and a bright pink bra (well, I suppose that depends on what the job is, but anyway, I digress). Where was I, ah, yes: When was the last time you got dolled up? I’m not talking just a little smarter than usual, I’m talking, seriously spangly, gorgeously glamorous, and fantastically fine – so dolled up that you start singing ‘I see you baby. . .’ in your head, of course. 
