When Shannon asked if I wanted to join her to Wear Your Sunday Best as her plus one I immediately said yes. I wasn’t entirely sure what the whole event consisted of, but I knew it had something to do with vintage lingerie. I love anything vintage, and I’m not going to lie I love a bit of lingerie too, so it sounded like my cup of tea!
When we arrived at the venue, it was nothing like I had imagined. In my head I had pictured a bright room with a runway down the middle surrounded by chairs, but we were greeted with a very different atmosphere. The vintage theme was certainly kept in mind throughout the whole decoration process, and not a single detail had been forgotten. From the bunting hanging up around the room to our pear cider, served to us in teacups (of course!) being placed on paper doilies everything had been thought about and the attention to detail was certainly something to shout about.
Now onto the actual event itself! Tynemouth based lingerie boutique, The House of Seduction were showcasing some of their underwear and swimwear and all the models vintage style make up had been applied by ND Make-Up Artists.
As the models did their thing on the catwalk, they were followed around by a photographer who snapped pictures of them as they were posing. It made the whole event feel like I was on set at a 1950’s pinup photoshoot!
I was forewarned that the show could get a little raunchy, and that was no lie! There were mesh skirts, feathered fans, and at the very end a fur coat flashed open to reveal nipple tassels. I was half expecting Dita Von Teese herself to climb into a martini glass and wash herself with a giant olive!
This was all done very tastefully and I really enjoyed the whole event.
To tie the evening up, girl group Scarlet St hopped on stage to sing us a couple of numbers. They combined the juxtaposition of barbershop with modern tracks beautifully and after a rendition of Mr Sandman they brought things back to the 21st century with Ollie Murs hit Troublemaker.
This was such an enjoyable event and certainly one for any wannabe Betty Page. It’s left me wanting to strut around the house sporting pincurls and my laciest underwear!