First, this is a submission of an admission: I have a Facebook page. On a “suggestion” by my boss, I set up a page a few days ago. My initial impression is that FB is a time waster sans pareil, and that as one spends hour after hour exploring it, one feels the onset of increasing stupidity, the tiny dips downward of the IQ quotient.
But hey, golly, friend me, won’t you? I have wresting kittens, surfing dogs and everything! You’ll even know my real name!
Still. One thing of value/interest I did mention. This past Friday, I attended “Dapper Day” at the L.A. County Museum of Art. The event merely encourages visitors to dress beautifully and come to the museum, look around, look at each other and listen to some jazz music that is free to all. It wasn’t asking a lot – surely we all have beaded gowns or two-toned loafers tucked away in our closets?
But upon arrival, it seemed that everyone had given in to the wretched heat, foolishly choosing comfort over style. I was considering aborting the mission, but happily decided against it.
I had chosen evening dapper – floor length gown, long gloves, evenings. Most of the women I saw elected the look I prefer to call “1955 hausfrau chic”. But en masse – and as the evening wore on the masse did seem to appear – the overall impression did border on the dapper.
And I must say that people were very kind and generous…I did get some compliments. Some wanted their pictures taken with me though one seemed to do so as one would take a selfie with a circus animal. No matter. It was all rather fun. And all the attention was much needed – as needed as the cup of wine I purchased immediately upon arrival.
I met a lovely woman – Debra – who was kind enough to take some pictures of me:
And towards the end of the evening my trepidation had actually transformed to confidence: and it was as wonderful as it was unexpected. The next Dapper Day is in November; and while lightening wouldn’t dare strike twice, I do have this sequin and taffeta trapeze dress…