Green is the colour

With a current wardrobe tally boasting three vintage green knits, two green hats, three green blouses and five green dresses, I've never stopped to consider that green is not the colour for everyone. I can't get enough of it; it's probably one of the only perks of having pale freckly skin and (naturally) ahem, strawberry blonde hair. So it was interesting to read Guardian's Fashion Editor Jess Cartner-Morley's take on the colour in Saturday's Guardian. Tunes like Black Velvet, Back to Black and Lady In Red, she argues, have stood the test of time better than Kermit The Frog's It's Not Easy Being Green. Fair point.  2011, however, is set to be green's year. If last night's Golden Globes are anything to go by, I think she's right. There were a lot of fashion casualties this year, but notice none of them were wearing green.

Angelina Jolie in Atelier Versace

Catherine Zeta Jones in Monique L'Huillier

Mad Men's Elisabeth Moss in Donna Karan

I was feeling a bit green myself this weekend. One of my favourite birthday presents last week was this dress my friend Sally bought me. On a personal level it was a really sweet gift that cheered me up on an occasion I had been dreading. She had liaised with my friend Kate who owns Little Red Vintage in Liverpool for weeks about an outfit which would suit and fit me and then Kate posted it to her, even though they don't even know each other.

Ok, so it's not exactly the red carpet (ignore the sink for a start) but it was a fun night at The Drop in Stoke Newington and the dress, amusingly, commanded much attention. One guy came over and said, 'you've won.' 'Won what?' I scowled despondently. 'Best dressed in the room' he smiled. Hmm. And the award for worst ever chat up line goes to...

Party like it's 1950

I've had this 1950s silk gown (complete with original bones) in my wardrobe for about three years, after borrowing (well, stealing) it from my sister, who bought it from Bang Bang. It's rescued me on a number of occasions when I've needed a formal dress so it was great to wear it to a 1950s-themed party last night. It's a brilliant green, a colour that actually looks better on pale skin, and how often can you say that?! Because it's quite bold and structured (ie, hard to breathe in), accessorising needs to be kept to a minimum. I eschewed pearls or earrings and opted for a flower in my hair instead.

I didn't have many options with my hair, being cropped and about ten years too late for the era, but my friend Ellen curled hers and wore a sparkly hair grip a la Dita Von Teece, who does fifties hair very well.

Despite our efforts, I think the award for best-dressed has to go to Jesse, above. Ok, so he's clutching a plastic cup in this picture, but he was smoking a pipe, did have a hip flask and you can't really argue with that moustache (which he had started growing especially a month before).