In an ideal world there would be some super cool pictures of me and my sister at the NYE apocalypto fancy dress party we wore these to. In reality, every time a camera came out I posed like Dick Van Dyke in the chimney sweep scene of Mary Poppins. Also, yet again I made the mistake of sticking highly reflective things on my face.
Mirrors near eyes + camera flashes = serious squint
I should have learned my lesson the night I turned my face into a sequinned mosaic of a Mexican sugar skull. There's no evidence of that night either.
