I beg my readers indulgence. I won’t have a clear or cogent thought for a couple of days, and that will only be achieved by a massive intake of coffee. I am getting older. Any event that goes on past ten o’clock seriously cuts into my pajama time.
I’m posting a pic of me and my Mister all dressed up for an awards function… within the last decade. Here’s the point of posting the image, I was going to an evening event at the Beverly Hilton, I had never worn such a retro gown – and now I know why. These gowns are hard to navigate in. You need about two feet of clearance on either side of your body to get anywhere. You need to wear stockings, not pantyhose underneath, or going to the powder room is ridiculous. And, while many of the older guests of the evening stopped me with a wistful smile on their faces, (invariably dressed in something smooth and sleek) saying things like, “I just had to tell you, I haven’t had a gown on like that since 1955…” It didn’t make the logistics of the giant black pouf any easier. Although, one of these elegant doyennes even cupped her hand to my cheek – it made me want to cry. What a sweetheart.
Back to the point, apologies for recycling material and I’ll see you soon. Cheers, dears!