The thought of Disneyland makes my heart go pitter-pat. I love it. And I love any opportunity to go to it. As an annual passholder and Southern California resident, I get to do it a lot, which pleases me to no end. It doesn't have to be about the rides. Just strolling around, people-watching, and doing dinner is often enough. And if I get to do it with friends, even better. Last Saturday was Dapper Day at Disneyland and while walking around Disney in vintage isn't new to me, it is a treat for some of my non-vintage friends. Actually you don't need to wear vintage to go to Dapper Day. You just need to dress spiffy, which for many just happens to be vintage. And if I, as well as the others who went, can go out looking presentable and encourage all of those people who went out in public in pants half way down their butts, with bra straps showing and shorts cut to there, then I see myself as doing a service to everyone who is tired of sad-looking clothes. Vintage may be a passing fad for many who went - an opportunity to do what everyone else happened to be doing that day, a way to be noticed, but I don't mind. I was there to be with my friends and we had a grand time.
My red plaid jacket, belted, with a grey skirt and lovely low-heeled red wedges were perfect for walking around.
Hubby Dearest and I in front of our home away from home.
One of the lovely ladies in our pack of pals, Cara.
Miss Heidi and I
Heidi and Eric. You may remember them from my last post.
You've never met Carol Ann. She's wearing a fabulous '20s sweater dress and cardigan with matching chapeau.
Unfortunately, I didn't get many pictures of the rest of my chums, but we were quite the amoeba, merging, splitting up, and reforming as our varying interests took us in one direction or the next.
After riding the carousel and spinning myself silly on the tea cups, we went over to California Adventure, which is just a few steps away from Disneyland, rode the trolley and settled down for a nice cocktail at Carthay Circle Restaurant as we waited for our dinner reservation. A nice, stiff gin and tonic for me (no carbs!) and a great dinner with friends made the day end perfectly.
Miss Lily, who needs no introduction, having been featured here often.
Well, it wouldn't be perfect until I rode the Tower of Terror, my favorite ride, which I rarely get to ride as we normally have our son with us. Not the most attractive picture, but the eyes say it all.
And thus ended our Disney day. What is your happiest place on earth?
'Bye for Now,