I turn 61 at the end of May. I have no idea how I managed to make it 60, let alone 61. It crept up on me when I wasn’t paying attention, which is perhaps the kindest thing age can do. Anyway, since I am still here, in spite of everything (and I do mean everything) I want to celebrate. Make that Celebrate.
As luck would have it, the genteel folk at the Oregon Regency Society seem to feel the same way. So here it is – my 2014 birthday bash:
Aw, gosh ORS – you shouldn’t have. OK, you didn’t. But it hardly matters ’cause I’m 100% on board, so to speak.
So what kinds of activities are available to note the anniversary of a gentlewoman of reasonable-ish breeding and utterly bogus peerage? How amusing you should inquire!
As you can see, I am in want of a wardrobe. One that will take me from museums to teas and from the top deck of a sailing ship to the candlelight of a ballroom. The modern answer would be “layering” but I have rather serious doubts such a blatantly mundane solution would be fashionably acceptable. Especially what with this being my début into society, such as it is.
So this is what I’m thinking at the minute:
- Two day ensembles, top to toe.
- A wrap for evening (huzzah for the Kashmir shawl)
- A warmer wrap for out on the water.
- A ball gown, replete with a feather-bedecked turban.
In six weeks.
must be am clearly certifiable.
Time to sit down and think this through.
First on the list is to make the transitional stays, ’cause ain’t nothin’ happenin’ without ’em. I believe a call on my local reed seller is in order. I wonder if he has made the acquaintance of a neighboring shopkeeper known as JoAnn…