My gals are also wearing hats of mine - Bridget wearing the Rainbow Corner hostess hat, and Cara the lovely Red Deco cap (now sold). And don't they look lovely? We got quite creative trying to make victory rolls for the two of them (my hair is too short, alas) without the use of a proper hair-rat, so had to come up with ingenious uses for everyday objects to use instead....but I won't go into details....
If you've not heard of the Chap magazine - where have you been?! It's a great publication for the caddish dandy in us all. I'm not entirely sure a woman can even be a dandy as such, but there is certainly such a thing as a "Chapette", and I'd like to think I am one of them.
The Chap ball was marvelously fun and everything I'd come to expect from the magazine. There were gentleman in white tie and tails playing the saw as we walked in, old type-writers to bash out messages which could then be delivered by liveried servants to other guests, fantastic live music by such excellent performers as Twin & Tonic, and charleston dancing from The Bees Knees. Highlight of the night for my gals and I though was the wonderful Mr B the Gentleman Rhymer. Such a surreal moment, looking around the dancefloor and seeing men in monocles, top hats and cravats getting down and dirty to the ukulele-enhanced "Chap-Hop" re-imaginings of hip-hop greats!
Mr B performs his set. Cara and I admire a man in tweed
that sings "You've got to fight for your right to paaaartay!"
Cara and I find a passing Cad to pose with.
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