Lost Vagueness

I have a party this evening.

But not just any party. No no no no indeed.

The invite for this party very coyly suggests it is the party to end all parties. And we are to dress gorgeously.

Apparently there will be music and dancing, acrobatics and poker, whisky tastings and lounge areas, and the theme... the theme is Lost Vagueness.

What, I puzzle, is Lost Vagueness?

Is it all 1950's movie star glamour, cocktails dresses, sweeping eyeliner and impossibly red lips?
Is it all Twiggy-esque smoky eyes, false lashes and pale lips?

Or something in between?

Is it the sexy yet demure black wrap around dress, with sheer glossy stockinged legs and very high heels? Or is it the classic black dress with the full skirt? Is it the spanish shawl or the silk wrap?

And how, I wonder, when everyone has been invited, are we all to squeeze into those marble and gold loos, with makeup bags, and hairspray, perfume and powder, dresses and decisions to bedeck and bejewel into our glorious glad rags?