Clinking with the caravan crowd

Pantyhose prices are outrageous. Right up there with dry cleaning.

Might as well set fire to a pile of money if you buy outfits requiring either.

I spent $34 on a pair of pantyhose for the black tie function I attended last night.

I was horrified by the price tag, but also desperate. And Razzamatazz weren’t going to cut it.

I scored a last-minute invitation to the NSW Caravan and Camping Excellence Awards and I had nothing suitable to wear.

My boobs were too big for the dress I was planning on wearing so I was reduced to an old, stretchy Leona Edmiston number.

But it was only knee length and the event was black tie – with a starry theme – so I felt bare legs wouldn’t cut the mustard.

And I needed to twinkle.

I went to a lingerie shop around the corner from my apartment and forked out for pantyhose with glitter in them.

Pic below of my legs in the pantyhose in the cab (hard to capture in photos but very glittery in person) …

Every woman knows sheer pantyhose are not resilient fashion items. If I’m very lucky I will get one more wear out of them, but they’re already a bit worse for wear after snagging on my rough heels.

Sexy talk.

Mind you, as I watched attendees ride the escalators to the ballroom I was reminded that black tie means very different things to people these days.

Anything goes. There were lots of sequins and fraggles, but there were also men in shoes without socks and flashing bow ties and women in day dresses. I think I even spotted a pram at one point.

Attending the Caravan and Camping Awards was very educational for my grey nomad years. I now know all the best holiday parks and RV repairers across the state.

And the entertainment was very unexpected. A bloke from Australian Idol in a spangly suit called William Le Brun sang an amazing Frank Sinatra-style set, including a version of the INXS hit “One of my kind”.

Plus a group of very flexible singer-dancers called Geed Up back flipped and breakdanced their way across the stage.

I’d also never been to W Sydney before, which is a very snazzy spot.

In other news, I was shocked to see this post in my Facebook feed from Fashion Critical:

What’s she trying to say about blogging?

Am I a dinosaur? Are all the other bloggers extinct?

Have a great weekend.

PS Am very chafed from the gold sparkly bits in the pantyhose. Walked out of W like I’d been riding a horse for a week.

Song of the day: William Le Brun “Shallow”