This past weekend was full of fun and included a lot of dressing up. I think I wear makeup and heels maybe once a month at most. Thank goodness for that. But I'm always amazed at how long it takes to get gussied up - all the details that I normally don't mess with like hair style, multiple products on the face, all the right pieces to an outfit, the fingernails and toenails that I didn't paint but am more aware of. At least the jewelry part is easy!
Friday night was the second gig for a band that I'm in called Black Sunday Roadshow. We play Americana style music and it's a hoot. The directive for the evening was to "dress nice" because we were doing some photos and video. I opted for a simple tank top, long purple tunic as jacket, black jeans, and my favorite, zipper-front, short black boots. We had a great audience and look forward to our next gig in Felton on April 21st.
Saturday held a wedding in two parts. The ceremony was at noon and recommended cocktail attire. I put on my little black dress and added an old Choral Project top for a jacket for an unintentionally quasi gothic look. Opted for the lower mules instead of the 4 inch zipper back crazy ass heels. No photos of me for that, sorry.
The second part of the wedding was a costumed affair held at Thomas Fogerty winery, for which the recommended inspiration was theater or movies. Sometime back, a friend suggested that Charles go as Sweeny Todd, due to his wild hair and mutton chops. So we went with that, and I prepared for it by making a cute little top hat with a pie on top. I also borrowed a skirt and shawl. The corset is new.
Charles is holding his straight razor, in case you can't see it.
The hat, made from baker's dough, recycled black fabric, paper, ribbon, and glue.
photos by Britta Peterson
And here's one more of us in front of a beautiful sunset:
photo by Galt Johnson
If I look astronomically tall here, it's because I'm wearing platform shoes. I selected a pair of funky, chunky boots that I had purchased in Prague about 12 years ago. Apparently that was past their expiration date, because they started falling a part as soon as I started walking up the hill at the winery. I noticed that they felt a little squishier than normal. When I looked down, I saw a big crack running up the heel on both shoes. A very nice staff person found some masking tape and wrapped them up for me. They only needed to last the evening, and they barely did at that. When I got home and took a few steps out of the car, the right side became noticeably shorter...because a chunk had been left behind on the sidewalk. Gingerly, I made my way into the house and took them off where they continued to disintegrate in my hands. I have never seen a pair of shoes do this!
The next morning, Charles brought in another piece from the car. Sigh. Well, they were fun while they lasted.
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