| Dec. 6th, 2009 @ 07:35 pm Will the last man at the part wish me a happy new year... |
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We did the Troy Victorian Stroll today.
Most of the snow was still around from yesterday, but the air was in the 40's, and there was hardly any wind at all, so it was just lovely. Dominus wore his dragoon's uniform, and I, in deference to the snow on the ground, elected to wear my riding habit, which I can kilt up out of danger's way in the back, over the green walking dress, which simply WILL drag in back, no matter what I do to it.
Both of the aforementioned choices involve bustle, which I just love for this event, since I am almost always the only lady on the street who's IN one, as opposed to wearing either a hoop, or just in a long skirt, and a shawled coat. I am a vain Catt. You all knew this. Actually, now I think about it, I haven't ever seen another lady dressed in a bustle gown in any year I've gone to it. This year we did see some more period military men though. We had a Confederate officer, who looked quite sharp, and exchanged ironic hat-tips with Dominus as they passed, and a couple of saillors, both of whom were a bit too busy with their food to notice the 'foreign invader' on their streets. We did walk past an excellently done Uncle Sam though, and he gave us a pointed cough and a wink.
Oh, that was amusing as well. We found ourselves hungry, cashless, and unwilling to fight the heaving throngs inside any of the downtown bistros or cafes, so we went hunting for an ATM, and the first one we found was for Bank of America... so there stood Dominus, dressed as a British Dragoon, getting cash at the Bank of America ATM. There were several passers-by who found the irony just as entertaining as we did.
We stood for innumerable photos, but as neither of us had brought anything in which to stash a camera, we never did get anybody to take a picture FOR us. ( Next year's costume WILL include a bloody reticule, I swear it!) We did wind up our stroll at the Photo Center, where Lady Ostapeck had an exhibit up, and there we spent a nice half hour chatting about our clothes, and whatnot. (Somehow this involved me flipping up my skirts to show off the fact that I'd a properly made bustle, not just a pillow tied to my arse. Don't ask me just how, Lady Ostapeck is rather a force of nature, and talking with her is a matter of hanging on with teeth and toenails and enjoying the whirlwind tour of nonsequiturland. I hope to be something like her when I grow up, at least as far as charm and interest goes.)
Finally, we decided that it was time for biology to put an end to the lovely afternoon. (Since the idea of trying to squeeze the bustle into a public loo, let alone trying to get all the underclothes beneath it out of danger was somewhat more ambitious than I felt up to. I figured if I was going to half to get half undressed, I didn't want to do it in public, and not have anybody to help me put things right again.
And so now here we sit in our jammies, listening to OPHM, (Other People's Holiday Music) and digesting a nice meal of roast chicken, and beetroot risotto. Dominus is scanning negatives, and I am picking away at Tempus Fugitive, and in all, it's been a wonderful weekend.
How was yours then? |
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