Oh dear, I last posted on Monday and today is Thursday. I have had no Mohawk Valley Adventures to blog about. I have no profound thoughts to share about the new year, except to perhaps observe we are halfway through the Roaring Twenties and we seem to be wasting them. Then again, what did I think was going to happen. Speakeasies and bathtub gin? It was really not the thrill we make it out to be. A lot of the illegal alcohol was industrial stuff the bad guys added stuff to that was supposed to make it potable. Sometimes it did, sometimes not so much. The thrill, I read, was that you were taking your life in your hands every time you gave the password and ordered a “cup of coffee.” Yeah, great gamble. You win, you get a hangover. You lose, you go blind or die. Where was I going with this?
Me, pretending it was the ’20s in 2019.
I do enjoy the pretend 1920s, where we wear flapper dresses and listen to jazz music. Oh why not gloss over all the negative aspects? We are looking for entertainment not historical accuracy!
Here’s a suspicious group.
These shots were from a fundraiser at one of the Rutgers mansions in Utica, NY. Look how handsome my husband was (he’s the one on the left, you know, the handsome one).
I haven’t had a chance to wear this dress in a while.
Here is the last year I went to the fundraiser. I found the dress at a local thrift store. I fear the headband made me look more That Girl and It Girl, but it was the only way I could make the wig work.
Perhaps I could make one of my murder mysteries this year a 1920s theme (preview of coming attractions). In any case, I have blathered on for over 300 words. I’ll slap on a headline, call this a Non-Sequitur Thursday and drive on. As always I shall try for a better blog post tomorrow, and I thank you for tuning in.
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