Mummy was recently asked to showcase her worst fashion disaster in the Sun newspaper. She was happy to do so, cognisant of the fact that it actually was rather tasteless, but confident that the excuse of the eighties would more than compensate for her inappropriate flambuoyancy. The Sun editors changed her interview answers to portray her as “desperate Helen.” Mummy wasn’t that bothered; after all, she was pictured looking passable, in a dress she last wore 25 years ago, and had her age queried by a lot of people!
This was Mummy, aged 21, thrilled with her home-made Diana-style ballgown and black lace Madonna gloves. What? It was the eighties!
The reason she couldn’t care less that the Sun misquoted her, is this picture:
My mum is 45. She is larger and more wrinkled than she was when she was 21. She sleeps less and worries more now than she did then. She works 4 times as hard as she did in the eighties. She still wonders what if… But you know what? My mum is 45 and she still rocks a silver lamé ballgown. And she doesn’t regret it – it was the eighties!