Glaston-Ready

We were originally heading off to Glastonbury tomorrow but our friends are already on their way so we're off tonight instead. The cat sitters are sorted, there's enough lettuce in the fridge to keep Jacob (our tortoise) happy and Gilbert's positively groaning under the weight of booze and nibbles.

I'm trialing these Royal Feathers hair extensions at Glastonbury. I'm not into advertising as a rule but the fact they are handmade in the UK and something I might actually buy myself swayed me. I'll let you know how they've survived the inevitable mudbath when I get back.

A big thank you to my lovely friend, Mrs That's Not My Age, who sent me a prettily packaged Lipcote as a Glasto gift, something my make-up bag never used to be without. I applied it at 11am this morning and despite lunch, gallons of tea and one of Jon's pizzas my lipstick is still as bright as it was when I put it on. 

Wearing: 1960s St Michael nightdress (£1.50, charity stall) with my trusty denim waistcoat, vintage leather knee boots and my white vinyl suitcase packed with everything from bikinis, wellies, sunhats and shawls to false eyelashes, floral headpieces and enormous earrings.

Hopefully by sunrise we'll be parked up, awning and bunting in situ and our first cider on the go.

See you next week!