Friday could best be summed up by the phrase tired dogs and PJ queens. Tired dogs being my aching feet. PJ queens because of all of the gorgeous ladies in their best silk negligees. But I’ll come back to those later.
While the entire weekend could be a lesson in what not to do to your feet, Friday was the worst as I was the volunteer for the Long Beach Art Deco Walking Tour as part of the fest. I wasn’t lolling about my cabin or seated in a chaise longue (well I was, but only later because I couldn’t stand up any more.) I was pounding the pavement of Long Beach in blistering heat helping corral attendees. I wore my most sensible Clarks oxfords, but I was still a sweaty, smelly (did I say smelly? ladies don’t smell) dog-tired gal at the end. However, along the way we did see some lovely architecture.
…for I had to change for the fourth time that day (and you wondered about all of the clothes I brought in my earlier post) into my pajamas for the pajama party, which featured lovely beverages and a steeplechase dice game (I even won a race, though I didn’t get the prize.) The pajamas were regrettably what I wore last year, as my new pajamas didn’t arrive in time, but I still love my trapunto robe.
'Bye for Now,