|WHAT SLUSHIE DIDN’T WEAR.|
Slushie and Mr. Slushie had a formal dinner to attend last week. It’s an annual thing and they both get all dolled up for it. Mr. Slushie, one of the brilliant chefs at Sandpiper (click for more), actually wears a suit and tie instead of his professional chef’s attire or much-prefered British soccer shirts (he’s obsessed).
In honor of this formal event, Slushie had her hair colored (click for an original shade of Slushie) in very un-slushie highlights — glowlingly elegant shades of blonde. I called it Slushie Chic. San Geraldo took it one step further and called it Slushchic. I loved the term and said I would use it. He, however, argued it should be spelled Slushchique. But I control the keyboard.
I saw a great get-up outside a specialty shop. But Slushie had already purchased her elegant little black dress. She looked spectacular. Maybe she can use the outfit I found for something a bit less stuffy — an event where every unnatural shade of Slushie would not be out of place. I’m thinking maybe blue-raspberry Slushie would go well with the red-orange feather boa and tasteful sequined accessories.
|SLUSHCHIC (WITH JUST A HINT OF STRAWBERRY).|
|THE SLUSHIE SALON (AT THE FUENGIROLA ZOO CAFE).
BLUE-RASPBERRY, THIRD FROM LEFT.
The day before the event, when Slushie showed off her latest hair color(s), a young Finnish tourist stopped off at Cafeteria Manila for a drink. He had his own brand of chic (click here for previous local Finnish fashion). I found it a bit hard on the eyes, but he clearly liked it. He kept his own natural hair color apparently. Slushie could teach him a thing or two.