I had to wear a hairnet to bed on Saturday night. The girl who did my Forties French roll hairstyle said it would help to keep it in shape for the concert on Sunday night. That and the 50 clips she used plus half a tin of hairspray.
Anyway, a hairnet looked pretty flimsy to me, so I put eight on, just to be sure.
I had help with the eyelashes; after nearly 30 minutes of struggling I called in the cavalry for assistance. The assistant stuck them half way up my eyelids, and I had to point out that I was going for the Forties look, not a part as an extra in the next Alien movie.
I think the fact that Dolly was shouting 'don't push so hard, you'll squeeze her eyeballs out' the whole time they were being applied maybe didn't help.
I guess I should really be grateful I didn't end up in casualty with my eyes glued permanently shut. Wearing the dress someone had pulled out of a skip. And eight hairnets. That would have been quite a look.