Polka dots and party

Too busy for blipping yesterday, but I knew there’d be plenty to choose from today (back-blipping, as they’re from a Big (60th) Birthday Bash that only started at 9 pm).
 
HH has known the birthday girl since he first arrived in Brazil, when she was only 12 – and if that doesn’t make us feel old, nothing will. She throws brilliant parties and as an amateur thespian, they often involve fancy dress. Natch, the dress code this time was 60s (“… or 70s or 80s or whatever makes you rock”) and she and two friends really rocked in their polka dots and petticoats. A fine collection of hippies and fashion icons from the past rocked along with them to loud music, scoffing sumptuous Japanese food and plenty of Prosecco.  We thought of dressing HH up as the Giggling Guru, Maharishi Mahesh Yogi, but couldn’t find a beard, so he wound up as a cross between guru and a transcendental phase Beatle. I hid behind a blonde wig, wearing a copy of my beloved Monsoon kaftan from the 70s (extra photo).