Sunday was the annual Scout House Cotillion. Even though I told Rob he was excused from donning the monkey suit, he insisted on attending. It poured buckets that evening and Rob was a true godsend, because he gave Maureen and I door-to-door service and trod through the rain to the car by himself.
Don't we clean up nice?
This is the Dress that Everyone Loves. It's my favorite gown for all sorts of reasons, including its acquisition which involved Black Friday, a mannequin and an assertive friend that would not take "no" for an answer.
It was a decent showing of people. I had been worried by the lack of Facebook replies that it might be very light attendance. But it wasn't bad. I think more people than usual attended in fancy dress, which was nice. There were some incredible gowns there, especially the period ones. I totally envied the maroon Civil War dress. And I am a sucker for a guy in tails.
I was eyeballing the Fezziwig ball, though, that was on Saturday night up in Salem. I may look to go to that one next year, for a change.