TOWIE Series 8…it’s a wrap – The Make up, The Outfit, The Hair

Well, I am currently writing this post sprawled out like an absolute heffer sitting on my sofa with a McDonald’s in one hand, and coffee in the other. Usually, I have no valid excuse for my state of trampiness. Today however, I do. Last night you see (Wednesday night, in typical fashion I ended up posting this 4days later #uselessblogger) was the TOWIE wrap party. It was also my first proper night OUT out in 3months, a free bar and a hello to my social life again. In other words, it was never going to end well!

The party was at No5 Cavendish Square, which is one of my favourite venues and there’s not much else to say other than that it was an amazing, albeit pretty messy night, which quite clearly shows in the pictures. Oh, and to warn you/apologise in advance that this post is pretty much a photo-bomb of the TOWIE cast and crew. If you have no interest in the show/haven’t got a clue what it is, this post will probably be extremely boring for you, if you do know and like the show, this post….will probably bore you too (great self promotion there Elle, knock yourself before anyone else can and all that…) I have however wacked in a bit of fashion and beauty towards the end i.e what I wore – I will never be able to write that without feeling like Jimmy Saville a raving pervert – and what make up I went for. Riveting info for you all there. Just riveting…

 Don’t ask why/how I look so deformed in the photo above. I always knew I was flexible but I’ve almost done an ‘exorcist’ and plonked my head onto my shoulders. Attractive….

Some products not included in this picture because…I was too lazy to root through my make up bag to find them. Someone say lazy bitch? LAZY BITCH

Now, as shocking as this is to believe, I never actually got a full length picture of me in my dress on the night (hence the dodgy ‘test run’ pic from when I tried it on 3days before, with no fake tan, no makeup and greasy hair. What a beaut!) The real reason for that is I was in too much of a rush to get to the venue and once I was there I was too enamoured in the photo booth and bar to even remember. I would’ve taken one when I arrived home but…well, there are no words to describe the state in which I arrived home in. Well, maybe one. Rough!

Oh and just to finish the whole ‘look’ off, if you fancy recreating my hair; find the nearest hedge, find your nearest enemy, and get them to drag you through it backwards. That will pretty much do it.

So there you have it, if you’ve actually made it to this point, you deserve a blue peter badge (remember those?) and also a thank you – and congrats, you’re hardcore readers 😉 – from me. I often get many messages about my work and personal life so I hope this post was interesting for you guys, and if it wasn’t, I’ll be back to writing about all things superficial in the next post.