Object 003 - N.012: Morcheeba, Glasgow
This is part of a series as I document the life of a dress worn and lived in, in one real life, in the Highlands of Scotland. Object 003: Highland Mess Dress
As I've written about before, getting on a bus all dressed up for an event down south is a pretty common thing for us Highlanders.
Well this time I wore, literally, the most dirty and abused piece of clothing I have. Thank god I have supportive and creative friends who tolerate this!
A worthers original, because we are elderly now.
On this trip I went to Glasgow with one of my partners, to see Morcheeba playing. They were a favourite band of ours back in the early 2000s when we were really close friends. We still listen to them to this day, but it was especially awesome to see them performing a few of my nostalgic faves.
Dinner before the gig, in the hotel (there's a Highland secret hidden here 👀)
This was a difficult one. Every part of my being protested 🤢😂
It was such an amazing night, I can't put it into words. My next post will explain some extra significance of visiting Glasgow with my partner again. The last visit together was quite traumatic but we like to try to rewrite our memories in places with good ones. This certainly did that.
After the gig we were waiting for a taxi, and I decided to slide down this mossy brick wall. You can see from my face that I'm a little self conscious about people seeing me but I do it anyway! 💪🏻
That second face is because I had tiny pants on and they were giving very little protection against the cold. Thankfully, I managed to keep the skirt portion between me and the wall, so there were no friction burns. That would have been rough!
Some subtle skid marks! 🤭
We stopped at a small bar on the way home and had a pint of Guinness. And while we were at it, tried to sneakily stab a hole in my dress with a dart. It's probably not the best for the dart, and there were a few rowdy characters by that time of night. Thankfully no one seemed to notice and I didn't have to deck anyone for my art. Jokes, I'm more of a run away kind of girl!
It's getting increasingly difficult to wear the dress out places but I think it's reaching a tipping point where soon it will look more purposeful. I got a lot of weird looks in the queue for the loos at the concert. I think the blaeberry nips are about 70% of that, if not more.
I don't want to force stains to make the dress look "better" and I am also trying to let myself make stains where it feels most natural. Not fill in empty gaps or balance out colours. So it's a little creatively uncomfortable.
But I shall persevere!