Confessions of a Shopaholic. And Bruno.

Well, as I mentioned last week, Terry and I had another fancy dress party to attend this weekend.

And, as I also mentioned, my planned costume was pretty half-assed. In fact, with the whole Christmas/holiday/Terry’s-car-breaking-down-on-the-motorway-and-having-to-be-replaced thing, I decided that a budget costume was in order, and that, on this occasion, I would basically try and take  a “work with what you’ve got” approach.

Which was actually pretty ironic, considering that I decided to go as a personal heroine of mine….

[Note: image under the jump as Terry's outfit is a bit... well... a bit... risqué, let's say]

confessions of a shopaholic

Becky Bloomwood (from Confessions of a Shopaholic) and Bruno!

So at least we were a couple. Sort of. And while I went with a “work with what you’ve got” approach, Terry went with more of “ work with a yellow rubber suit you bought for £5 from Screwfix on Friday afternoon, and which smelled oddly of creosote all night” approach.

Anyway, we had a great time, and are already planning our next “costumes”. Hey, anyone want to invite us to a fancy dress party? Anyone? Anyone?

(And yeah, this Shopaholic shops at Primark. Terry wouldn’t let me go on a shopping spree at Harvey Nichols just to get the bags…)