There had to be at least one terrible frock pun this month, and the punning opportunity presented by the fusion of Frocktober and cocktail attire was just too good and too easy to let slide by.
If you follow me on Instagram (@theFtangent) you will have see a peek of last night’s cocktail dress which reminds me in the best way possible of a giant shiny foil chocolate wrapper, rather like the kind that encased the chocolates your grandparents would pull out at Christmas and on special occasions. Unfortunately, this tenuous link to chocolate doesn’t extend to this tiny-waisted dress accommodating too much consumption of it.
To butcher an already stupid cliche, you can’t look like a chocolate and eat it. Five points if you can explain to me what exactly the point is of having a cake if you can’t cram every last crumb of its sugary goodness into your gob – what other purpose could there be? Melbourne Cup headpiece, perhaps?
Don’t let the pretty dresses distract you from the cause – Frocktober is a fundraiser! I’m raising money for the Ovarian Cancer Research Foundation, and if you’ve enjoyed this post, you can contribute here.