If you're hooked on Downton Abbey like I am, then you'll know what I mean when I say that 364 days of the year, I mostly play the part of Mrs. Patmore the cook or Daisy the Kitchen Maid. Sometimes I might be Mrs. Hughes the Housekeeper or Anna the Housemaid, but one day out of the year, it's really fun to dress up like an aritstocratic Crawley girl. Fortunately, our second annual outing to the Krewe of Justinian Mardi Gras bal provided just such an opportunity. I worked really hard on some Lady Edith-type 1920s finger wave curls but I was unsuccessful. (How did they ever do it!?!!?!?)
My consolation was a really handsome date.
The feather was a bit consoling, too. As my friend Lee called it, it was my panache.
Come to think of it, who cares about finger curl waves when I have a hilarious and fun husband and fabulous friends to share life with.
For this one night, I was out of my yoga pants and t-shirt and the good times rolled.
No wonder little girls love to dress up. I still do.