FIG part two
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robinsnestSo where were we? oh yes up to Saturday morning. Now the Paper Dolls party didn't actually END till sometime early Saturday morning so you can imagine just how happy I was that the alarms went off at 6am...
So I actually dragged my very tired rear out of bed sometime around 7. I got up. Slowly got dressed. Cleaned up my bunk. twiddled my thumbs...it was still only 9:00. Bob had said he was going to drill with the Irish Guards. But it's only 9:30 and I'm BORED. As far as I can tell the girls are either out in formations, out in the field, or still reliving the party from last night in last stall to the left. hrm. I txt Bob and he says to go to Barracks 12-49.
I tromp over to 12-49
*knock knock* "Hi I'm looking for Bob"
"Oh, I think he's out drilling"
"Well damn he just told me to meet him here"
"That sounds like Bob"
"you should try working for him"
"you work for Bob Caoreiareoiu aoiyeroae?"
"No, Bob Davis"
"Oooooh Belgian Bob, he's back in the corner" *Facepalm*
Bob found we wandered over the the little restaurant for breakfast. Only one problem, they're out of food! Oh well I nurse a tea. It is after all 10 and lunch is in two hours. Nom Nom Nom. We eat and Bob changes to his spiffy suit and we head back to the shop.
Now Saturday was completely different than Friday. On Friday we had only reenactors, lots of serious questions about historical accuracy, fit, etc. We sold a ton of New Old Stock stockings. While on Saturday the general public was attending and we got a lot more families. Moms and kids. Lots of questions like, "why are there lines in the back of the stockings?" Which I have to say as a lot of fun. I really enjoy getting to interact and teach something.
We had to be out by 6 something so around 5 we started to put the entire shop back into Bob's unmarked white van. By the time I staggered back into the Barracks at 6:30 the idea of doing my hair for the dance seemed murderous. I sat on my bed and drooled while reading the Vintage Hairstyling book in the vain hope of coming up with a brilliant hair plan. Unfortunately most of them involve setting your hair in some way, via curling iron, curlers, or hot rollers. None of which I had. Drat. I shall plan better for next time. Anyone have a hot roller brand to recommend? Although I learned tons about pin curls and why mine never look good. I shall try this next time.
Eventually the Pinup girls clear out of the bathroom (at one point there were 10 women and 5 mirrors and you wonder why I wasn't motivated to claw my way in there. And I fell gracefully (okay not) off my top bunk onto the floor. And waddled my way into the bathroom. This time the infamous girdle went on smooth as could be, I got my hair into some weird kinda roll, slathered on some lipstick and carefully put on stockings. I had a snazzy Blue Dress, Black Gloves, and Black seamed stockings I bought from stock, Reproduction shoes I inherited when AG closed, and My great Grandmothers hat. The outfit was completed by a mink stole from Rob's Great Grandmother and a beaded black purse my Mother In Law gave me a few Christmases ago.
Walking into the dance felt like walking into White Christmas. Partially because all the men we wearing dress uniforms, and partially because the hall still had their Christmas Decorations up. There was an exceptionally interesting talent contest consisting of two acts. The Pin up Girls out of tune singing and a stand up comic who resorted to saying "Is this thing on?"
More importantly there was a live big band! There were some AMAZING dancers. I have decided learning to really swing dance is on my bucket list. It looks like SO much fun! I got asked to dance by several people but I only danced with Bob because I'm very self-conscious of my two left feet. It's one thing to step on Bob's toes, it's another to step on a strangers. However, it bears nothing that Bob is a fabulous dance partner and a very gracious date when he knows everyone and you know no one. It would have been easy to be stuck there by myself knowing no one. But I had a wonderful time at the party. I hung out and socialized some, I talked business some, I stood behind a pillar and just took in the night some. It was a wonderful time.
I found myself standing there with my Great Grandmother's hat, spinning HIS grandmother's ring on my finger and feel connected to my past. Well not MY past but the past from which I came.
The party wrapped up around 11 and the Irish Guards moved to the bar. I discovered Bob is a hilarious drunk. I learned that some men should never drink or have their hands cut off, I learned that when Hip hop plays people will grind in 40s gowns. When the party deteriorated to the level of a frat party and two drunk girls fell on me while making up I said so long and headed for the bus.
All in all it was a great event. I had a lot of fun.
So I actually dragged my very tired rear out of bed sometime around 7. I got up. Slowly got dressed. Cleaned up my bunk. twiddled my thumbs...it was still only 9:00. Bob had said he was going to drill with the Irish Guards. But it's only 9:30 and I'm BORED. As far as I can tell the girls are either out in formations, out in the field, or still reliving the party from last night in last stall to the left. hrm. I txt Bob and he says to go to Barracks 12-49.
I tromp over to 12-49
*knock knock* "Hi I'm looking for Bob"
"Oh, I think he's out drilling"
"Well damn he just told me to meet him here"
"That sounds like Bob"
"you should try working for him"
"you work for Bob Caoreiareoiu aoiyeroae?"
"No, Bob Davis"
"Oooooh Belgian Bob, he's back in the corner" *Facepalm*
Bob found we wandered over the the little restaurant for breakfast. Only one problem, they're out of food! Oh well I nurse a tea. It is after all 10 and lunch is in two hours. Nom Nom Nom. We eat and Bob changes to his spiffy suit and we head back to the shop.
Now Saturday was completely different than Friday. On Friday we had only reenactors, lots of serious questions about historical accuracy, fit, etc. We sold a ton of New Old Stock stockings. While on Saturday the general public was attending and we got a lot more families. Moms and kids. Lots of questions like, "why are there lines in the back of the stockings?" Which I have to say as a lot of fun. I really enjoy getting to interact and teach something.
We had to be out by 6 something so around 5 we started to put the entire shop back into Bob's unmarked white van. By the time I staggered back into the Barracks at 6:30 the idea of doing my hair for the dance seemed murderous. I sat on my bed and drooled while reading the Vintage Hairstyling book in the vain hope of coming up with a brilliant hair plan. Unfortunately most of them involve setting your hair in some way, via curling iron, curlers, or hot rollers. None of which I had. Drat. I shall plan better for next time. Anyone have a hot roller brand to recommend? Although I learned tons about pin curls and why mine never look good. I shall try this next time.
Eventually the Pinup girls clear out of the bathroom (at one point there were 10 women and 5 mirrors and you wonder why I wasn't motivated to claw my way in there. And I fell gracefully (okay not) off my top bunk onto the floor. And waddled my way into the bathroom. This time the infamous girdle went on smooth as could be, I got my hair into some weird kinda roll, slathered on some lipstick and carefully put on stockings. I had a snazzy Blue Dress, Black Gloves, and Black seamed stockings I bought from stock, Reproduction shoes I inherited when AG closed, and My great Grandmothers hat. The outfit was completed by a mink stole from Rob's Great Grandmother and a beaded black purse my Mother In Law gave me a few Christmases ago.
Walking into the dance felt like walking into White Christmas. Partially because all the men we wearing dress uniforms, and partially because the hall still had their Christmas Decorations up. There was an exceptionally interesting talent contest consisting of two acts. The Pin up Girls out of tune singing and a stand up comic who resorted to saying "Is this thing on?"
More importantly there was a live big band! There were some AMAZING dancers. I have decided learning to really swing dance is on my bucket list. It looks like SO much fun! I got asked to dance by several people but I only danced with Bob because I'm very self-conscious of my two left feet. It's one thing to step on Bob's toes, it's another to step on a strangers. However, it bears nothing that Bob is a fabulous dance partner and a very gracious date when he knows everyone and you know no one. It would have been easy to be stuck there by myself knowing no one. But I had a wonderful time at the party. I hung out and socialized some, I talked business some, I stood behind a pillar and just took in the night some. It was a wonderful time.
I found myself standing there with my Great Grandmother's hat, spinning HIS grandmother's ring on my finger and feel connected to my past. Well not MY past but the past from which I came.
The party wrapped up around 11 and the Irish Guards moved to the bar. I discovered Bob is a hilarious drunk. I learned that some men should never drink or have their hands cut off, I learned that when Hip hop plays people will grind in 40s gowns. When the party deteriorated to the level of a frat party and two drunk girls fell on me while making up I said so long and headed for the bus.
All in all it was a great event. I had a lot of fun.
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